I was talking to some friends at work yesterday about the latest goings-on in our lives. One guy went to New York with his friends for the weekend. The other guy went boating and jet skiing in Kentucky.
"What have you been up to lately, Michelle?"
"Oh not much. Nothing exciting here. A little reading, a little Netflix, you know."
*looks of pity abound*
"You've at least been watching Orange is the New Black, right?"
"Uh, nope. Haven't seen it." (it just doesn't look/sound appealing? don't yell at me.)
And then I quickly changed the subject.
What they don't know is that I hadn't even been watching Netflix. I just said that to sound <<cool>> and ~relevant~. James and I spent part of last week watching the BBC Pride and Prejudice (my heart), and then on Saturday we watched the 2005 version. You know, so we could compare/contrast. To listen to the two of us compare dialogue and mannerisms and casting choices, you would've thought we were outlining a research paper. I know there are so many Jane Austen snobs who hate the newer version, but I just don't. I don't! It will never be the BBC and it will never have Colin Firth (hello), but that soundtrack covers a multitude of sins.
When I was in high school, a girl asked me what I was writing my senior research paper on. "Jane Austen!" I said, super excited. "Ew, that's boring," she replied. I had no idea how that would be a theme that would follow me forever.
In a moment of post-Austen spontaneity, I also explored the "classic pop albums" section of iTunes where I rediscovered Most Girls by Pink (my 7th grade jam), so brb, rocking out so hard right now.
I've also watered my herbs, played with my cat, and gone on evening walks through the neighborhood. Several times I almost picked up the scarf I've been knitting on and off (Jane Austen movies have a way of domesticating me), but I didn't feel quite right about kniting a chunky cabled wool scarf on the first day of summer. That's right, you probably celebrated summer solstice by the pool. I had to force myself not to knit a scarf, if you're wondering how ready I am for October.
I think I may have pulled a Freaky Friday with someone's grandmother. If you see an 83 year old woman dropping it like it's hot to Tailfeather by Nelly (another recent rediscovery, thanks to Alissa's video), send her my way.