Tag: memories

screen captures: Venice Edition

Pane e tulipani
Pane e tulipani
Pane e tulipani
Pane e tulipani

This time last year I was immersed in planning a trip to Europe to visit Spain and Eastern Europe with a stop-off in Venice. Part of my nerd-girl research included late-night cramming sessions with movies set it the places we planned to visit. That’s how I found Bread & Tulips / Pane e tulipani, an Italian movie set in Venice who’s characters are “strange and wonderful, romantic and quirky, and above all, lovable (to steal a line from Ebert’s perfect summary of the movie).” I watched it three times in two days, though I could hardly afford to spend my time so recklessly, what with “the big trip” to plan and all. When we finally made it to Venice that spring, I was emotional drained and not sure what to expect but I fell in love. The city was everything promised and more. Wandering the maze of cobblestone streets and canals in the moonlight was dreamy and wonderful.

Cut to 2011. I’ve been feeling a bit restless and wistful. This time last year I was plotting our attack on the Spanish hill town of Ronda and trying to make educated guesses about the best way to get from Zagreb to Dubrovnik with public transportation. This year I’m sitting at the computer trying hard to illustrate the concepts of moisture management and odor control in a unique way. I find myself staring off into middle space contemplating grocery budgets and lawn care. Not the same thing.

Time to retreat into the world of make-believe. When I realized Netflix is currently streaming Bread and Tulips online, I was ecstatic. I’ve already watched it twice in the past week and as I write this I’m plotting ways to squeeze another viewing into my busy schedule. I’m enjoying every minute of it. Memories of visiting Venice and strolling through the skinny, damp streets at twilight add delightful richness to the already perfect movie. Watching now, I remember last year’s anticipation – eagerly soaking up the big-screen version of the city before I’d been there in real-life. I see Rosalba playing her red accordion and can’t help but smile. Sure, it’s nothing like the real thing, but it’s a wonderful story set in a beautiful place and that alone makes me very, very happy.


#81: Use “The Good Silver” more often

Owl napkins

Hello, my name is Woodie Anderson and I’m a hoarder.

The good news? I’m not living, unkempt, in a collapsing tunnel of National Geographic magazines, empty shampoo bottles and uneaten girl scout cookies. It’s not an HAZMAT situation.

The bad news? I think this tendency might be hard-coded into my DNA or something. It’s not like I haven’t learned these lessons before. Still, I have to keep telling myself over and over: use the good linen. Use the “good silver”. Enjoy it while you got it, girl!

Maybe it’s because saving the best for a special occasion was a big part of my past. When you don’t have much, you make do with what you’ve got. You find new, inventive uses for things. And, you save the best of what you do have for those emergencies you know are coming.

When you’re 8, you save the new wrapping paper for the times when using the funny papers or the recycled wrapping paper, with its “invisible” tape and map-like creases, would be too embarrassing.

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