I hemmed and hawed and then I cut my bangs. Short. I have a love- hate relationship with bangs but for the most part I guess I love them. I love really short ones. Baby bangs, a choppy fringe. My ex used to hate it when I cut them really short and he would say "You've cut your bangs again" in that certain way that really meant "damn it woman why do you like to make yourself look bad." I will probably complain about hot sweaty bangs on my forehead when we have a heat wave this summer, but just ignore me.
I went to the Poetry Night looking like this.....
Although, at least half the time I looked more like this.....
....because my arms are not long enough for so many tasks these days. Also, after taking these photos I added a fringed navy cardigan because I was not warm enough but taking more photos would have been asking too much of me. I was not able to take the doorway with me, but having rested in bed the entire day, I was just happy to summon up the adrenaline to attend this event and thankfully they had a stool at the microphone. By the time I got up there I was shaking with just a wee bit of trepidation so I was happy to sit instead of stand. I do dislike microphones, though I coped.
Did I read any poems? Yes I did! When I am in front of an audience they tend to disappear, even with my glasses on. That's
an easier strategy than imagining them all in their underwear and it
works fine for me but I am more accustomed to singing or speaking off
the top of my head, not to reading something from paper and I discovered
that while up there my papers tended to disappear too. Depending on how you like to view things, it would be fair to say there was nobody there who was better than I was, BUT you could also say that I was no worse than anyone else. It was a relaxed, supportive, encouraging environment with a crowd that gradually grew to about forty or fifty people but not too many of us presented anything.
I made a note of a few more events mentioned, more poetry nights in other locations and an opportunity to display my paintings in early June. This is a community that is very supportive of amateur arts and I tend to resist being part of that crowd but maybe it's time I mingled a little. I don't mingle well.
I made a new best friend for the night. We sat together and chatted before the poetry got going and you might have thought we had known each other forever. She said she was not a writer and was not presenting anything, but lived in the neighbourhood and just thought she would come and listen for a bit. She couldn't stay for the whole thing but she became my ardent supporter and said she definitely had to stay until I was done. When I was finished and returned to my seat she was practically jumping up and down and told me I had 'nailed it'. I am most grateful for this support from my temporary best friend and thanks to her I can see the appeal of being friends with an extrovert. Perhaps I will meet her again some day.
I am both tired and wired from this outing. Now, I think I will need to spend a long time sleeping and when I wake I will lie in bed, drink tea and visit blogs.