I venture to say I'm probably the last middle aged woman in the USA who can say she's seen "Julie and Julia" starring Meryl Streep, Amy Adams and Stanley Tucci. I watched it tonight and have to admit it was above and beyond what I expected. Julia Child was often found in our house, chattering away on the TV (in black & white) while my mother sat at the kitchen table, sipping coffee, yacking on the phone with her sister (who lived upstairs from us, which left me, at a mere 5 years old, pondering the insanity of having to call her when you could just stand on a chair in the kitchen near the heat vent and hear what was going on up there just fine).
I don't remember ever tasting anything very divine at our kitchen table, which probably means my mother didn't really watch Julia to learn how to cook French food, but it was more about having another adult around in a sea of little people. (I understood that concept completely once I became a mother.) I, however, would sit about a foot away from the convex bubble screen of the TV and be mesmerized by her. Her accent, her laugh, that she didn't ever worry about one of those pans falling from above and clunking her in the head, and her food. Of course the swigs from the bottle of chianti always caused hand covered giggles, we would run into the kitchen and copy her, trying to outrun my mother as she screamed for us to "put that down!" These are my memories of Julia.
If you blog and are trying to live your passion, whatever it may be, this movie probably struck a cord with you as well. It brought back the trepidation of that first blog post~~of having the power to "PUBLISH" your thoughts, dreams, opinions, likes, dislikes, wishes, and words. If you are a writer, this was your chance to, at the very least, have that creative outlet that is as necessary as dancing is to the dancer. Powerful and terrifying at the same time. "No one is going to read this anyway" ~~ remember that? I still face that demon from time to time. And the supportive significant other....I'd venture to say that blogging and the narcissism it can foster (if allowed) has been guilty of, if not breaking up relationships then of putting a heavy strain on them.
The ups and downs of Julie's year felt very much like my last five years operating an online vintage shop and blogging about my love for vintage. As my 5 year Anniversary for Tales & The Shoe approaches, I realize that although The New York Times hasn't called, that I can count on one hand the blog posts that have had more than 10 comments and that I've never had readers send me gifts through the mail.....I am happy to report that I've "met" some wonderful people through my journey, that my husband has not left me over my vintage adventure and remains quietly yet constantly supportive, and my stats tell me somewhere out there are people who read my blog, or at the very least take a peek. And above all, despite the ups and downs and joy and tears, I still love it. And that's what Ms. Powell and I have in common.
I'm certain Julie Powell continues to create masterpieces in her kitchen...because that year changed her life and she embraced the change. And she has that adorable husband to cook for.
I'm certain I will continue to unearth vintage treasures.....because these last five years have changed my life and I have embraced it. And I have you adorable readers to write for and shoppers to shop for.
Back to the cutting board....