Day 10-Your Guilty Pleasure (or pleasures)
Marie Antoinette Party
Marie Antoinette dress
super decadent bed
First off, why must we feel guilty about pleasure? America is so bold and free, open to the ‘New’ and on the cutting edge of everything, yet when we stop all of the work for a moment to do any activity just for the sheer delight of it we feel terribly guilty.
“I should be doing the laundry. I should be mopping the floors. I should be doing something constructive…etc.”
Even though I am intent on becoming an artist on a level that would provide income, I feel bad when I sit down and start drawing or painting – because I love it so much!
In so many other cultures (Italy comes to mind) pleasure is not just okay to pursue, it is encouraged. I’ve never been, but I would guess that an Italian who worked like Americans do (monday-saturday) and did not stop to relish the rewards he has earned would be looked on as a madman.
And who can mention pleasure and a little decadence without thinking of lovely Marie Antoinette? I think she got a bit of a raw deal…imagine becoming a Teen Queen and not going a little crazy with the dress, shoes, hair…chocolate budgets?
With that…on with my guilt-free pleasures!
1. Drawing, painting, collaging (is that a word?), art of any kind. LOVE it all!!
2. Reading! Oh…I’ve always adored books. I see them as beautiful, love the smell of a library – Barnes and Noble , well I get lost for hours. No one in my family will even get in the car if there’s a chance that we will end up there.
3. Same as with bookstores, the big art supply stores, the little mom & pop shops; love them all! I browse and hem & haw, add things to the cart only to swap it out for something else later. I go up and down aisles three and four times over.
4. Fresh fruit grape popsicles. I eat the entire box by myself, in one day.
5. Thrift stores. There’s a Spanish section of downtown Kansas City, Kansas about 35 minutes from my house and they have two of the best thrift stores in the world! I’ve tried to go to the ‘upper-class’ thrift stores and – well they believe their crap is made of perfumed gold. They charge about 50 cents less than retail and do so with a straight face. No thanks!
I love a big semi-disorganized second hand shop. This one in particular has name brand clothes, you know from those snooty shops that choke you to death with cologne as soon as you walk past the door? Yeah, we all know what even a pair of underwear can run you in that place.
6. Energy drinks, well not drinks but the little energy shots. 5 hour power and the like. I love them! They actually do work pretty well and many a day they’ve kept me from zonking out mid-afternoon.