Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
(Excerpt from Truman Capote’s Breakfast At Tiffany’s)
I’m no where near ‘getting the reds,’ I’m not even at a blue stage, but nineteen degree mornings and nightimes spent bundled up in boho chic attire (laymen terms: too many layers) chips away at even the chirpiest individuals. I noticed this last weekend when out of all the movies on Netflix, I wanted to watch Water for Elephants. The plot is not light or comical, the movie is considered a drama, but the scenery and costumes are. Clowns, bright colors, ferris wheels, and all the other things associated with carnivals warrant any and all kinds of smiles. It’s the things in life that we don’t have that we want and in the midst of winter – all I want is some summer time fun. Give me six months and ninety degree days though and I’ll be blogging about wanting the wintertime blues. Weird the way our minds work, right?
