I truly believe that in my past life I was born in the early 20th century indulging myself in the greatest Classic Hollywood films I could land my hands on. Audrey Hepburn, Frank Sinatra, Debbie Reynolds, Anne Bancroft, Bing Crosby, Judy Garland, John Daly…the list goes on! They were beauties of the 50s and 60s. Class may have been made popular from them seeing them as gentlemen and ladies dressing to the nines as if everything was Black Tie. I loved that the ladies always wore dresses or skirts and long satin gloves and gentlemen wore suits daily. Everything was so well mannered, clean, and fun.
“You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”—Paul Varjak in Breakfast at Tiffany’s
I think I experienced Nystagmus earlier today, where my vision started to revert back and forth making myself dizzy/light-headed. It was a horrible experience.
Well today I bathed Bella. We have this unspeakable bond that just ignites whenever Kim and Michael aren’t around. It’s pleasant being with this ‘little girl’ and even better when her ‘real’ mother isn’t home. She does need a haircut though. I would like for her to have a puppy cut. The other day a girl told me that Bella is in good shape for an 8 year-old. Her hair is perfection (it really is)! Good weight too. Don’t I take good care of her Kim?
I also put away the Holiday decorations leaving the wreath hung on the door, still, and the lights on the TV stand. Towards dinner time I watch about 10 episodes of What’s My Line? a 1950s Primetime TV Show on Youtube. How I wish I was born in the early-mid 20th century to at least experience some of old Hollywood and the time when everyone was crazy in love with Jack Kennedy.