Welcome to PERMISSION TO PLAY! For late Spring and Summer of 2013, Chel Micheline will be hosting a creative challenge (a sort of “summer camp” for your inner child here) at Bliss Habits every Tuesday. And she’d love for you to join her.
All you have to do is this:
Once a week, every week, make the time to HAVE SOME CREATIVE FUN– something that allows you to let go, drop the inner critic for a while, and just have fun.
Every Tuesday, we’ll do a little “show-and-tell” about our creative experiments- you are welcome to leave a comment or link up to your own blog post about your adventure. (If you want to know more about PERMISSION TO PLAY, click here.) And since today is Tuesday … here we go!
“Is this not the true romantic feeling;
not to desire to escape life,
but to prevent life from escaping you.”
– Thomas Wolfe
As I have mentioned before, Romance is a tough topic for me.
I was raised in the 1980’s, and the examples of “Romance” I grew up on were David Lee Roth leering at scantily clad ladies in Van Halen videos, bedazzled couples smooching on the Lido Deck of TV’s “Love Boat”, the stack of Harlequin romance books my grandmother had, the champagne glass-shaped hot tubs up in the Poconos (those commercials were always on!), and the awkward “kissy” scenes that would sometimes happen in the movies that my mom and dad took me to, which always induced giggles from me and squirms from them.
My parents were and still are very much in love, but they were extremely reserved about it. I guess that’s why I believed *real* love was quiet.
Bottom line: I had no real concept of romance besides a weird smattering of glossy, “sexy” examples coming from media. All I knew for sure was that “Romance” was for “Grown-Ups”. I guess herein lies the issue, because while I fully embrace and enjoy being a grown-up, I have never considered myself a ‘Grown-Up” kinda grown-up. No fancy jewels, no sedans parked in my driveway, no glossy lipstick and moonlight cruises on fancy boats. I’m just not really interested in that stuff.
So when it came down to figuring out what the heck I was going to do this week for Permission to Play, I realized that in order to “play” with the idea of romance, I better start at the beginning and figure out why my inner child had such a “no way!” reaction to anything remotely romantic. I mean, all little kids do- when my daughter sees kissing on TV, she loves to howl out loud and say “ewwwww!”
But my reaction is more than that- it’s total, flat-out rejection. It just screams “FAKE” to me. It still makes me squirm.
…the idea of romance can be quite cunning. Not long stemmed red roses and heart shaped boxes of waxy chocolate and soap operas, but more the idea of romance as small, intimate, cozy, affectionate. A bunch of peach and pink old-fashioned roses bundled together in a tiny silver cup on a polished wooden table, curtains flapping in the breeze, two people holding hands, sharing an inside joke, splitting a Kit Kat at a weekly movie date with your significant other.
Instead of “Romance” as a grand gesture of LOVE, I realized I needed to start looking at it as small *opportunities* of happiness, small moments of affection, small sparks of connection.
See that image above, of Mickey and Minnie? That was likely one of my first exposures to romance. It still tickles me to see images of Mickey and Minnie together because for some reason it doesn’t set off the “blech” in me. Instead, it makes me think “awww, how sweet!”
As I was thinking about romance this week, the image I kept returning to in my mind was of Mickey and Minnie, holding hands. I’m not saying Mickey and Minnie are exempt from the “media perpetuated” thing, but it appeals to my inner child in a way that most romatic things don’t. There’s sweetness to it that just makes *sense* to me. There’s no flashy sports car of moonlight cruise or Van Halen songs playing.
So this week I looked (and will continue to look) for ways to make every day life a little sweeter, a little cozier, a little cozier, a little more authentic and loving. Things that not only improve my well-being, but don’t make my inner child howl in mock disgust.
How has your idea of “romance” changed from when you were a child? What were your earliest memories of romance? What about right now, what’s your idea of romance? I’d love to know.
It’s never too late to join in. Simply have some creative fun and get ready to share it next Tuesday. You can leave a comment here or create a blog post over on your site and link it to Bliss Habits on Tuesdays. We’re even on Twitter: Kathy added a # to p2play to make #p2play for twitter! Share your creations there too! We are @BlissHabits (Kathy) and @GingerblueArt (Chel) if you’d like to copy us too!
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Chel Micheline is a mixed-media artist, curator, writer, and avid gardener/reader/swimmer who lives in Southwest Florida with her husband and daughter. When Chel’s not making art or pondering the Bliss Habits, she’s blogging at gingerblue.com (come say hi!) or posting new things in the gingerblue etsy shop.