What’s The Harm In Tellin’ A Few Purdies?

voltee ♦ November 30, 2010 ♦ 8 Comments

Item: Jacket Color/Fabric: Yellow/grey plaid, cotton Designer: Idra Where Purchased: Anthropologie Years Owned: 2

Ok, let me start by saying, quite honestly, that I have never lied to you, oh, whomever you may be. I do have a little personal slogan, which is “I am physically incapable of telling a lie.” Which is, in fact, a lie. Those of you who have had the pleasure of watching me attempt a verbal falsehood can testify that my face, neck and chest will go from a pinkish glow to a feisty rose to a slatternly crimson to a blotchy sort of fuchsia the deeper I wade into the lie. I can however, with great flare and flourish, even, write lies until there is no tomorrow.
But I have not lied whilst writing this blog. I may have skimmed over a few details, embellished a little, changed a few names to protect the innocent, but never lied.
I might lie a tiny little bit tonight.
Here’s the problem. I have a vision in my mind about wearing this jacket, but there is a part of me that is protesting, slightly, that it’s false. So the following tale may or may not be entirely truthful.
I remember wearing this jacket two years ago, when I went to see Harry Potter in Equus. I mean Daniel Radcliffe. Definitely, definitely not Harry Potter. Daniel Radcliffe.
I was going with one of the most lovely women I have ever known, Barbara. I used to train her at the gym, and we had such delightful workouts. She was 63 and had never worked out before in her life, but she trained like she was a 25 year old athlete. And smiled the entire time.
Barbara had coordinated this little jaunt, and invited some of her friends that I did not know. I was quite nervous, to tell the truth. It seemed like it could be an awkward evening.
I remember deliberating carefully about what to wear, which is why I think I might not have worn this after all. I know it was considered. I can’t remember what I wore with it, neither the pants, nor the shirt, which is suspicious to me, since I usually remember entire outfits. But I do remember that I wore very annoying leaf shaped earrings which added their own applause to mine. They are the noisiest earrings ever created.
My fears of awkwardness were unfounded- we had such fun! We went to an unbelievable Puerto Rican restaurant, and ate things like plantains, and other things. Ok, I only remember the plantains. I think there may have been pork somewhere, or maybe beef? The plantains were amazing.
And then we went to the show.
Barbara and I had watched the movie, because we wanted to be prepared for what we were to see. Especially being that it was Harry Potter and all. I mean Daniel Radcliffe.
In case you’re not familiar, Equus is about a teenage boy who is undergoing psychiatric treatment because he blinded some horses. It’s intense. And there is a good amount of complete nudity. Also simulated intercourse.
You may now see why Barbara and I were a little concerned.
But from the very first moment of the show, I was drawn into the world of the play entirely, spellbound and overwhelmed by emotion. I never really thought about the actor being the boy who played Harry Potter. And certainly never when he was running and jumping around the stage naked as a jay bird. He was transformed, and his performance was convincing and commanding.
During the curtain call, Daniel just beamed with pride, and his face lit up with his toothy grin, and I saw very clearly the little boy who played that wizard. That was really the only time I thought about Harry Potter- he really did a brilliant job.
Later, though, when I thought about the show, I did feel a little weird. Did I really see Harry Potter’s, well, wand? I would ask myself. Hmm, sort of but not really, since I really tried not lo look, I felt like a bit of a pedophile. It would have been impossible not to have caught a glimpse, though- there was a great deal of leaping and unpredictable movement…
Anyway.
A wonderful night of theatre!
And I really am unsure of this jacket. It’s one of those things that stole my heart when I saw it on line, and then once it was on my body, I was disappointed. Sometimes the hunt is better than the kill. On Trixie, it looks a little… Oklahoma hoedown to me right now. I want so badly to like this! But if it did not actually make it to Equus, then I’m not sure if I’ve ever even worn this. Does that mean that in my heart I don’t like it?

**We are parting, this jacket and I. It really is cute, though. Who wants her?