Thursday, September 24, 2009

five lives.

No. 1
Each Saturday at nine a.m., she would watch the fashion shows that came on E!. She watched with a hungry eye, imagining the day she would be on the other side of the screen, on the other side of the camera wearing the highest designer clothes, clothes she had designed herself. She kept magazine articles about Parson's and yearned for the time she would graduate high school and go away to college in New York. She took sewing classes, dug through the remnant bins at fabric stores, and scribbled away at mediocre designs. Then the fashion shows stopped airing. She stopped designing clothes. She graduated high school. She went to university. It wasn't Parson's. 

No. 2
The book that started it all was one of those Klutz books, a craft do-it-yourself for older kids still young enough to need the books to keep them out of their mother's way. She was in fifth grade and would spend hours pouring over her beads and different ways to string them. She made the rounds at all the craft shops that sold beads and findings, stuffing shoe boxes full of treasures she bought. She got bored with stringing beads and pushed herself to find new ways to twist wire and filament into wearable art. She wanted to make metal melt and stones shine, but the equipment and materials were always too expensive for a teenager's hobby. She thought she might become a jeweler, get a major in jewelry design, work at Tiffany's. She majored in journalism instead, but she never buys jewelry she can make.

No. 3
Food Network was her go-to channel. If nothing else was on, she'd watch those TV chefs. One day she though to herself, I can do that. And she did. She stocked her pantry, bought some pots and pans, found some recipes, and started cooking. She loved it, loved how everything melted away when she was dicing and chopping vegetables or when she was mixing a marinade or stirring together ingredients. She thought about quitting college and running off to culinary school. Her mother told her wait till she graduated. Besides, the pay and the hours of a chef wasn't worth it.

Easy Oven Roasted Veggies:
yellow squash
Julienne veggies in to manageable sizes. Line baking sheet with aluminum foil, drizzle with olive oil. Spread out veggies on sheet, season with fresh ground black pepper and salt to taste. Drizzle top of veggies with olive oil. Bake in oven at 425 F until crisp and done, but make sure not to let them burn!

No. 4
It made sense that she'd start making books. After all, she loved everything else about a book-- from the way it smelled to the black and white lines on the pages, the words, the meaning. She had already amassed a small collection of blank books she only slowly filled. She had fun matching papers, sewing up the book block, although she cringed when she made puddled messes of glue. She was thrilled when she found a bone folder in the scrapbook section of the craft store, and she felt like a kid in a candy shop when she visited paper stores for the book arts.  She daydreamed about running off to Italy and working in one of the stationary shops that sold handmade leather-bound books, but wrote it off as not only a pipe dream, but a crack-pipe dream.

No. 5
So then she thought she'd be a writer. It's a profession that doesn't make much more money than an artist, but what was that saying about a penny saved? She had grand visions of working at magazines with titles found on every newsstand. Instead she ended up working for the local mag-- glossy pages, but no name recognition. She thought she'd write about books, about music, about movies. But she only wrote of small-town businesses to a small-town demographic. And then she started a blog, to write about all the things she dreamed she wanted to do.

Saturday was International Talk Like a Pirate Day, and it was also my birthday. It seemed logical to start new lives after completing another year of my old one.

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