Faye Dunaway as Joan Crawford addressing the men in the Pepsi Boardroom in Mommie Dearest
"Don't fuck with me, fellas. This ain't my first time at the rodeo."
So...
I had this really important and compelling thing to discuss here today and then I stopped to stare at a shiny thing for a moment and just like that...it was gone.
Poof.
Guess it wasn't all that important or compelling.
Either that or my brain is a sieve.
Honestly after forgetting two very important meetings this week, I'm quite sure the latter is true.
Oh wait! Huzzah! I remembered!
A few years back I went to the Tucson Gem Show a day early to meet Kate McKinnon. We had been trying for a while to set up a time for me to visit Tucson and perhaps explore metal clay basics together. She's a master in her medium and although I didn't have much to offer in return beyond my eternal gratitude and witty repartee, it looked promising. Then life intervened, as life is wont to do, and we had but a short time to spend together. So we walked a lovely bead show and I picked up some really special beads and that was that.
Yesterday I reviewed Kate's stunning new book in my other blog. It's really sensational. If you are at all creative and interested in precious metal clay, this is like taking a master class from a master artist in the comfort of your own home. So I finally got my class with Kate and I can take it at my leisure here at Studio Madge. All is well that ends well.
Kate generously posted about my review in her blog yesterday and then she wrote something that made me laugh out loud. She said that I scared her when she first met me because I was three times as alive as most people. The irony is that with half a lung and the current stealth attack of the pollen people I feel about half as alive as most 80 year olds right now.
L'il ol' me?
Scary?
Really?
Huh.
Though it does make me wonder. Do I scare you, gentle reader? Am I...scary? Is that why the other kids give me funny looks and run away when I try to play with them?
13 comments:
LOL...reminds me of someone I know...I spent many, many, MANY hours volunteering over the years, and made many wonderful friends doing that. One of them, who became my best friend, told me years later over coffee, that when she first met me she was sooooooooo intimidated. I snorted my coffee laughing..Me, intimidating? Apparently, I have the tendency to go at whatever I am doing full force, and I have to admit, I do. I guess that can come across as intimidating, at least until someone gets to know me. Of course, there is a benefit to that, I cannot recall a single time in my volunteer years that I didn't get whatever it was that was needed...I hear people were afraid to tell me no...
A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do...especially when it is for the benefit of others.
I can see you scary when you are in protective mommy/family mode.
Sometimes someone with loads of confidence and energy comes across as a bit scary cause you really don't know what they are going to do:)
Jolene
It's funny how we don't really know how other people see us, isn't it?
I've met you 3 times (yes, my memory is a sieve too) and I wasn't scared once.
I have a friend that says she and I come off as larger than life when in a room full of people. OK, at least they know we are there and having fun!
I am with you on the evil pollen right now. I have been coughing for days. I know how bad your asthma gets. Feeling for you right now. xoxoxo
ps. I like your new blog look, it's LOVELY>
I remember a friend telling I exhausted her and I was shocked. so I can see why some might be overwhelmed or intimidated by yours. You are such a dynamo. yes, I agree, sometimes I get taken off guard with how I am percieved.
I follow both of your blogs and I would say it is a draw.. the pot and the kettle. Two type A's who live large. A great motivation to take risks and be brave.. Joan Tucker
No, you don't scare me, you intimidate me, in the best sense of the word. So creative, so open, so full of life (regardless of any pollen or lung related conditions). There is no way the rest us can get soo sparkly.
I'd probably be scared shitless (at first) if I met you, beacuse what on earth could I have to say that you'd like to hear? Lil' me. :)
Thumbs up on the new theme btw.
You do not scare me, but then I have never met you. From your blogs I perceive you to be full of life and overflowing in the talent department. I am curious though. Are you the type of person who would pass over or maybe not even see the quiet person in the room, the person who is taking it all in?
You know, I'm kind of the quiet person in the room when I'm not in public and even sometimes when I am. I like observing as much as I like participating. I like to think that I'm open to knowing and befriending everyone, especially after being made fun of relentlessly when I was growing up. I've always been drawn to the kind of people who march to their own drummer. Quietly or loudly.
xoxo
Madge
I scare people too, so it's something I think about. Not all people, of course! Not Joan Tucker!
But it's something I puzzle over, why people edge away from enthusiasm, like it might be contagious or something.
Yes, perhaps it's enthusiasm being contagious...and the scariness of that thought. Or maybe it's just that most people skate across the surface and some of us dive in deep. That willingness to dive in makes us scary...and suspect.
Love
Madge
Hmmm...scary? Now, I've never met you, but I have deduced that you are an incredibly engaging and enthusiastic woman. I do think that can intimidate and therefore scare people.
Me, I'm eager to have a chance to meet you IRL--I think you're inspiring, as an intelligent, introspective woman, as well as a savvy entrepreneur, an excellent writer, and an amazing crafter (who has a knack for sharing that knowledge with the less-crafty among us and making it feel less overwhelming--*raises hand*). Tell me you're going to NYC in August for BlogHer '10, and I will (in a very nice, non-stalky sort of way) hunt you down so I can meet your bad self in person!
Throughout my life, I've heard how intimidating I could be. As a teen/young 20-something, I was told this was why my dance card was often empty. In the business world, however, it meant my voice was heard. But for some reason it has always surprised me to hear it--I'm just l'il ol me: flesh and blood and brains like everyone else.
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