There is sick, then there is “sic”. I quite liked the two definitions as they both apply to this post. And then there is chic.
sic 1 |sɪk|
used in brackets after a copied or quoted word that appears odd or erroneous to show that the word is quoted exactly as it stands in the original, as in a story must hold a child’s interest and ‘enrich his (sic) life’.
ORIGIN Latin, literally ‘so, thus’.
When you feel like you are wearing a concrete body suit, achieving chic can be a challenge.
Sick chicks still have pride and and many of us, just like women the world over, make an effort to improve what nature has given us… maybe not as often as we used to, but dressing up is still special! Some of us make a huge effort to show the world a face and present in a way that will enable people not to look too closely. Maybe even to look and smile. Even better, to linger on an accessory, comment on the eye make up, notice the hair. Pretty things maketh me happy. Accessories and scarves and dresses and heels. Lately I have been making some Chic (sic) plans!
I have fewer occasions for dressing up than I used to. Not so many opportunities these days for going out, but when I need to get a little chic going on. I enjoy it as much as the next girl! It’s just a modified and snail-like approach to the whole thing.
I can barely contain myself, because this weekend, my hubster and I are heading off for a romantic escape. Squee!
At least, we hope it will be romantic!
I suspect there will be more than a little deep sleep and mutual pillow drooling. I imagine we will indulge in a late breakfast in bed and we may even read the entire newspaper!!! Can you tell that I am a little bit excited about our adventure?
It’s all happening because my lovely sister in law, Lee, is here from Australia. She’s offered to have the kids for the weekend. A thousand thank yous to you, Lee. It is difficult to express just how special some time away with my man is going to be for me. You see, given any chance to be ‘just us’ in our day to day life, his hand will sneak into mine and the years, the illness, the stresses of life melt away. We are instantly back in the land of ‘us two’. Our eyes might meet, wide with surprise. Oh that’s right, it’s YOU! And ME! I remember US! And those little moments are the things that keep our love kindled. The knowledge that there will be an intermission at some point. We will get a break, some time. And when we do, like for this fabulous weekend, we’ll be coming back home in the truest sense of the word.
Back to us.
(I love this song. “Feels Like Home:” I loved it first by Neil Diamond and I also love this version, by the amazing English/Irish vocalist Edwina Hayes. She has also collaborated with Dr Hook, though not on this song. Be still my beating heart!)
NOTE TO SELF:
Do approach the experience with an open mind and a hopeful heart.
He’s your man, you’re his girl. Hold his hand and let love do the rest.
Can you tell I am a little bit nervous?
How do you pace your preparations for an exciting event? How far out from it, do you start getting ready?