Putting It Off

Every night, to help inspire sleep, I put on a movie that comforts me. It can be the same thing over and over and over again.
I’m like that with eating too. Once I find something I like, I will eat that meal plan to death before changing. Right now, I can’t seem to move myself from peanut butter sandwiches. There’s a stew I make that I love, love, love but with a lot of changes going on and activities around perfecting my home for lifestyle needs and minimizing items that are now being termed to be “object entanglement”, the kitchen has not been advanced enough to work freely toward making a stew. It needs to be soon, as I definitely need more veggies, (real ones, not ones powdered into a chocolate-flavored supplemental drink).
Anyway, the movie of choice is currently Mixed Nuts with Steve Martin, Juliette Lewis, Liev Schreiber, the late, wonderful Madeline Kahn and many other of my favorites.
It’s an older movie, 1994. I never seem to tire of it. Before I found this recent copy in DVD format, I had taped it, DVD style, from TV, (a very long time ago when I had TV), and poorly edited commercials as well as missed the beginning altogether — not to mention, the airing omitted lots of scenes to fit in those commercials. I can’t tell you how delighted I was to find a copy at our local Dollar General store. Now it’s commercial-free and complete and in much better definition.
That find was like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow for me. Can you imagine something so little, meaning so much?
Before finding Mixed Nuts, I was on a binge of Grumpy Old Men, the first one, not so much the second — although it is good too.
I’m pretty sure that I’ve identified why these two movies, in particular, comfort me. It is the tolerance the people have for each other, their efforts toward making their entanglements so cooperative and just the general sense of an extended family that each seems to create within its story line.
I will have to confess too, a great deal of what holds my interest in any movie, is the sets. Having come from a design background and loving interior spaces the way that I do, I scour movies for all the detail toward the ambiance that has been created. I also get a great deal of joy out of trying to find missteps. I think that process of observation helps my mind stay alert and create new synapses. Who knows.
Anyway, there is one early scene where Juliette’s character goes back to her store/apartment and I revel, albeit internally and without much noise, in the color and the eclectic mix of things that seem unrelated yet cohesive and a million little details like, how odd pieces of wallpaper were assembled to create a complete background in the little area where she and her boyfriend Felix have a couch as well as their kitchen.
I also, have had a store and so it is another of my dreams to create something similar — a store that one lives in — so that aspect of the movie always charms my senses.
And — the movie is filmed in Venice Beach, CA — so right up my artistic, eclectic love interests.
Draperies were a specialty of mine as I loved sewing and fabrics. It was a natural fit to extend my passion of all the things I loved, sewing, fabric and art,  to combine in a way that could earn a living. So, I sold window coverings primarily but also worked with clients on their whole-home projects — floors, walls, windows, furniture and accessories. Juliette’s character, Gracie, has installed swags and draperies in one of the passageways from one room to the next, (I do that too in my own home), and I couldn’t help noticing that she had different fabrics on the top treatments on either side but they were made to mirror each other with their proportions. Tonight, I will try to remember to pick out if there is one set of drapery panels or two. The patterns seem different, but it may just be that it is the wrong side showing through from one side that makes it look different. Those are the things that keep me going back to it for comfort.
For quite awhile, I had kept putting it off — the thing I started out this long blurb with — ordering my life for the better. Finally, I got the right wind. It might have been as simple as my nieces stating that they wanted to come for a visit. I couldn’t imagine them seeing my abode in the state of neglect that the putting off had created. Did that effectively take the blame off of me — putting off did it, not me?
So maybe this story I love to watch each night to put me to sleep is so that I can dream of my own abode finally being put into an order that equals what I love to look at in that movie — and — I wake up singing Christmas songs. Bonus.
It’s getting there — my own home.
The thing about putting off is that it just gets worse as time goes by. Doing something every day amazingly, almost like magic, puts it all back into shape again.
Everyday something.
It’s looking at it as a whole and feeling like it is insurmountable that is the killer of incentive. When I finally just grabbed something off the counter and found its rightful home and then did it with the next and the next and the next — there it went — back into shape again.
It does seem to help to have family around to keep one inspired — even if it is a movie family or the threat of nieces visiting.
Maybe some day I’ll have a Pinterest-ready home. Can you imagine living such that you are always Pinterest ready? Bah humbug. I’m not a fan of Pinterest anyway — it’s too hard to get to all the sources. So, maybe I’ll have it ready enough to feature in a magazine — like Where Women Create — with all the sources listed. Maybe I’ll create my own magazine. Life is for living, not for putting it off.



Would He Interfere

Stories spin throughout the day, weaving this and that together into life.

“Cows should not be bred — cows that exist, sanctioned for wholesome living on their own.”

“Boy that man is handsome. Is he available, he’s too young, what is he doing with that cow?”

“Dogs are boys and cats are girls.”

“Negative thoughts will be our demise. Positive ones can change the world.”

“Would he interfere with movie watching? Cats and dogs don’t — probably neither do cows.”

“I only want a buddy (not a sweetheart).” ~ Patsy Montana, 1937

Mrs. Mitchell needed new carpeting in a condominium she and her Judge husband were moving to. The existing carpet was thick and lush and virtually new, but Mrs. Mitchell wanted peach and it was a shade of white. Judge, Mr. Mitchell traded stocks and was wealthy beyond all measure. Mrs. Mitchell played tennis and could only coordinate a house call around that favored timing.

Mrs. Mitchell kept cows for pets. She loved her cows. Where would they fit in the condo? Maybe the condo was just another investment right on the tennis court. The cows, where they were, had acreage and plenty of room to roam around the orange groves. Maybe the condition of the sale was that the cows could stay and she could visit.

Mrs. Mitchell didn’t care a hoot about what happened to the virtually new lush carpet that was being replaced with a lesser one, but peach. Even after all kinds of effort by the designer to divert it happening, off to the dump it went.

Bah humbug rich and entitled people.

Mrs. Mitchell later bought another house in Julian, CA and invited that designer to help her plan it too. The designer was excited, because that was one of her favorite places in the world and she hoped she’d get to measure things in person. The owner of the store knew Mrs. Mitchell from social circles and stole that job right out from under her without a blink of her evil eye — regardless that Mrs. Mitchell had been her client first. She hated that owner and got literally sick at the sight of her and ended up leaving for greener pastures. Mrs. Mitchell did nothing.

Bah humbug owners who feel entitled. Bah humbug to it all. Greed and wealth are partners. Greener pastures have to be made up in one’s mind.

So if she could change her world with positive thinking and seep a man out singly from the margins, movies and greener pastures would lose their value and cats and dogs nor cows would interfere.

Maybe he’d like the same movies.

Bah humbug wishful thinking.