Holly Golightly and Sandee Godarkly Go to Hell

Published August 17, 2012 by Sandee

Truman Capote’s Holly Golightly had the ‘mean reds’, which sounds like a bitch!  The mean reds was like having the blues, but they were red, and mean.  That’s really fucked up!  Having the mean reds must be like you’re actually in hell!

I didn’t have the mean reds.  I had, what — the toasted teals, the burnt burgundies, the peach pits.  This was two weeks ago and I’m glad to be on the other side, sort of. It was hormonally induced but it was based on real issues.

While the funk is ebbing out, I’m suffering from the tail end of it.  Getting a bad hair style from my hairdresser was not something that should have happened at this time. I’m so full of shit — ‘Years ago, this would really have been monumental.  But I’m more mature now’, I told people.  ‘It’s only hair,’ I said.  Bullshit!  This morning after washing my hair, I cried.  Yes, I cried.  I hate my hair!!!!  Can’t I have anything on this planet!??!!!

What I imagined making me feel better was drinking a bottle of Jack Daniels and watching Henry:  A Portrait of a Serial Killer.  My grandma would tell me to count my blessings and get over it.  Grandma, you’re the best!  You know, she’s right.  So I’ll just watch the movie sober and count my blessings — here they are two blessings:

My blessings:

  1. Mme. Weebles is very thoughtful.  Knowing how much cake means to me, she gave me the picture of a cake that she made for my sidebar.  This made me happy.  I love the pink frosting to balance off the white frosting on the other two cakes up there.  Mme. Weebles is the best!
  2. I got compliments on my hair today and I think they were genuine, and not just to make me feel better about looking like Ronald McDonald on crack.

That’s all folks!

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36 comments on “Holly Golightly and Sandee Godarkly Go to Hell

  • Damn those, those, the hormones! Either you get to be my age and you don’t have enough of them, or you have too many or the ebb and flow just ain’t happening right. What’s wrong with crying over a bad hair do? A bad hair day is just that, but hair does take time to grow and I haven’t seen it honey but if you cried, I’m crying for you. I am feeling kind of melancholy myself. Not enough hormones and no money for even a bad haircut! And worse, no coloring, which is the pits.

  • Between your post title and the line, “the toasted teals, the burnt burgundies, the peach pits,” you’ve proven that even when you’re not happy, you’re still creative as fuck. I’m sorry you’ve been having a rough time. And I know how a bad haircut and send you over the deep end. It’s happened to me too. It’s happened to most of the chicks I know. For better or worse, hair is a big deal, and if you don’t like how it looks, it can really throw you off! And I bet the compliments you got were genuine.

    I’m so glad you like the cake! I’m not even sure why I took the photo, it was a cake I made for someone’s birthday at work years several ago. And I thought the pink icing would look nice on your blog. 🙂

    • Thanks Mme. Weebles. You remind me of how pain can fuel creativity sometimes. I appreciate the compliment — blessing number 3! I’m glad you identify with the the bad hair experience. Now I don’t feel as vain.

      Who knew back then that you would be sharing this picture in the blogosphere? I’m really happy about it! I wish I could have been there to have a piece.

  • Cake is awesome, especially pink cake. They match my favorite shirts.

    I have to say I’ve never seen Henry: A Portrait of a Serial Killer, and I’ve seen most. I went through a weird phase a few years ago where I was, for some reason, really interested in Serial Killers. My favorite (I hope that doesn’t sound weird) was Carl Panzram. If you haven’t seen it, you should watch Killer: A Journal of Murder.

    • I’m going to check out Killer: A Journal of Murder. Maybe I’ll put it on my netflix. I’ll let you know. I do follow recommendations of fellow bloggers for movies and books, etc.

      ‘Henry’ is an underground cult favorite, very very low budget but artfully low budget and threadbare. It has a lot of really cool catch phrases.

      So you’re cake enthusiast — cool beans!

  • Dear Friend,
    I am glad your mood is ‘ebbing” and I am with M Weebles on the toasted teal, burnt burgandies.. love love the words you weave and the wicked humor you have. (who knew M Weebles was a master baker as well?)
    Hair? Bad hair? I can do that one with you!: the other day I was sitting in a discussion panel with my daughter #2 and husband. My daughter says to me ” MOM! look around– look around this room at all the other women. Look at their hair. Aren’t you embarrassed by YOUR hair? PLEASE Mom will you cut your hair short for the next three years til I leave the house?” I laughed so freaking hard at her– game on girlie– guess what? Now I am not going to cut my wild salt and pepper mane for three years. We will see how crazy it will get–
    But yes now I am thinking..geeze how bad DOES it look?
    Hormones suck the big giant one.. as in I want to rip someone’s face off. So thanks for the morning chuckle… you are awesome!

    • Thanks for the support UBS! And for identifying with my plight.

      If I had a daughter (like the one I was to my mom) to throw in the mix, mocking me, during a hormonal flux, it might have pushed me over the edge.

      I really appreciate your kind words — I will eat them up!

      • All the best artists are fueled by angst. I don’t know about where you are, but the grocery stores often sell red velvet cake by the slice out here. That way, you can get the delicious comfort of cake and avoid gorging.

        Whenever I get my hair cut, I assume it’s going to look like crap for about a week until I get used to dealing with it at its new length/style/color/texture. After a while, I get used to it again and learn how to assert control once again. So tell that hair just who’s in charge, Sandee. Get out and rock the look.

      • Thanks PM. I appreciate the feedback. We do indeed have places where you can get a slice of cake — thank God! In a pinch that’s what I do.

        I’m slowly getting ‘all right’ with my hair, though for a bit, I thought of calling the hairdresser today and asking him to please fix me. Eh. He’s generally very good. He just didn’t give me what I wanted this time. I remember years ago hearing this woman complaining about her hair and I thought it was so obnoxious. I shouldn’t’ve judged her — ahaha!

        You remind me that I must get started on my essay of hope! 🙂

  • I remember Holly going through the mean reds! I don’t what it is lately, Sandee. Maybe it’s the heat or something. I’ve had the same funky thing going on so I can sympathize! i love the way in which you’ve described yours though. And of course, you’re upset by a bad haircut — that’s part of how we identify ourselves! But I’m pretty certain you don’t look like Ronald McDonald. Eat cake and watch a good suspense/horror/scary movie. That’ll make it better.

    Sending good thoughts your way. Lemme know if you need another cake pic and I’ll be happy to send you one — chocolate for contrast perhaps?

    Of course, the Weebs would think of that — she is all-knowing, kind and caring.

    • Thanks for the good thoughts — I embrace them! After mentioning Holly Golightly and getting feedback about her, I’m wanting to read the book again — such good writing. Don’t want to offend

      Audrey Hepburn fans, but I liked the book better than the movie Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

      I know right? — Mme. Weebles is great!

      Enjoy your day Brigitte 🙂

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