The Dream Girl

Dear You,

It’s difficult for me to tell you now what I’m up to… because I don’t know. They say the creative process is messy. I suppose I’m in the midst of a messy wonder, writing and listening to music. And to be honest, there’s not too much writing going on. It’s more like day dreaming. I watched a wonderful film last night. The Dream Girl by Cecil B. DeMille (1916).I stumbled upon this silent film on TCM. I was a bit fed up with catching up with ‘the news,’ so I changed channels. What a lovely film The Dream Girl is. It’s about a woman that gains independence in life as a result of an inheritance left to her by her uncle. She wants to then live her life helping people to reach their dreams and help in their happiness. It is lovely; quirky, silent, and lovely…

Now that I am writing about my day here, it reminds me of when I was a teenager, holed up in my room losing myself in the September Issue of Vogue (in bed) and listening to music on my music box. I kept my ‘boom box’ (it was actually quite narrow and small) on the window sill above my bed. In our home, we had a telephone with a ridiculously long cord that I hauled into my room and placed it on the night stand beside my bed, in case my friends needed to get in touch with me. In case there was something going on outside that was a million times better than the immense pleasure I was in the midst of. Something so good, that it could lure me away from reading and listening to music. It happened once in a blue moon:).

And this morning, there is a coolness in the air with grey skies, and the threat of rain. I’m writing and dreaming and keeping cosy and let’s see how this goes…

Listening to this. I don’t know what it is… It came up in the search for chill tunes…