This is going to be a short entry. I need to be a bit strict with myself this evening about knuckling down to the final stages of my first draft of the bigger ebook project and not procrastinating by writing too much else. However in the interests of being truthful on the subject of nearing the end of a writing project (well, the first draft anyway!), yesterday there was a bit of VOD in the mix right on queue: oh you can’t say that, oh you can’t leave that out, oh you can’t put that in, oh it’s too tricky to get it right, oh why bother anyway… and so today I decided I MUST wake Barbie up, and get her firing on all cylinders because in the battle against the VOD, she is my saviour every time. I will point out that this is big progress, to actually know how to counter the VOD… I am very determined now, that he will not get the better of me.
This morning I decide not to sit indoors at the blank page because I know that is what VOD wants (so he can beat me up a bit), and instead I set off into the unexpectedly hot sunshine of this late May day to carry out a piece of research for the ebook (thus I am continuing to walk forward), and have some spontaneous fun in the process. I’m making for DNI at Bulnes 1011. I guess you all know DNI is a pretty famous Buenos Aires school of tango nuevo; I’ve never taken a class there, being a bit more traditionally-hearted in my tango – for now at least, but mates of mine have and speak highly of it; Bulnes is their new location; they have a store selling tango shoes and clothes; I want to go and have a chat with them, and check the place out.
On the way, to shake Barbie awake I decide to take three photographs of things I see that make me smile. Here they are:
Once at DNI, the girl on the desk is delightful and she lets me wander all over the building by myself… it’s an old building and has a kind of welcoming rambling feel that I like: lots of stairs, light, fresh air and people dancing on wooden floors. After my wander, I ask the girl to open the shop for me and she does. We chat about classes, prices, how everything is currently based in Bulnes because of the renovations in Corrientes… I ask the price of the women’s shoes. I decide I will try some, just to see if they are comfortable, because I want to write about them and so I need to know. I never thought of buying shoes from DNI before – actually I think women’s shoes are quite a new thing for them. Anyway, apart from 2x4alpie, where I am going next Saturday, I don’t think I have tried on a more comfortable pair of tango shoes. And in the end it turned out, after much help from the lovely girl and a few other friendly folk who wandered in and out, and a visit from one of the cutest dogs I have ever seen (and I am a cat person not a dog person) that they had a pair that fitted me like Cinderella slippers in size 36.5 and that were pink. They were $340 pesos (currently a pretty reasonable price for a Buenos Aires famous name tango shoe) and because I haven’t bought shoes since 2007, and because the Commes I have are now too high and cause me too much pain, and because I have promised myself two pairs of tango shoes that I can actually dance in without needing to take Ibuprofen for the next 5 days… I bought them. Comfort! Fit like a glove! Pink patent leather with bright yellow insoles! Spontaneity! Barbie! Down with VOD!
Me and Barbie decide to celebrate with a Pepsi at a pavement cafe in the sun and end up splashing out on a delicious sandwich of aubergine, tomato, mozzarella and basil. I decide to FORGET how many pesos I’m damn well spending and believe for a moment that there is enough abundance in the world for us all, and to eat some of it right here right now!
While we eat we pull a book from our slightly grubby and very loud pink and brown flowery bag. A friend sent me this book from England. I start to read it.
At page 35 I start to cry: I am reading about ‘The hero’s journey’ and The Call to Adventure (perhaps the wake up call), and the book asks me if I have faced my own Call to Adventure, and if I have accepted it. I realise I am crying because I know, I absolutely know I have, and that I am on exactly the right path: suddenly I remember who I am, and how I am living my dreams, and keeping the pen moving and my feet dancing, and taking life as lightly as I am able to in this moment and SOD bloody VOD!
By now, I’m afraid Me and Barbie are in the mood to dance down the escalator to the Subte at Scalabrini Ortiz, we get a seat, we smile at everyone we see, we race home to write our blog thus clearing the way for the bigger project over the weekend and all the other super things we have planned: birthday parties and farewell parties and the absolutely fantastically special second anniversary of Me and C.
I’ve got a few things to thank for this perfect day:
- Me. I’ve learned what wakes Barbie up: spontaneity; getting out there and exploring lovely friendly, warm, spacious feeling places; taking photos; anything pink.
- My UK mate who was in BsAs, who goes by the gorgeously funky name of SurfFlower, who in connection to this little tale, used to enthuse about what a friendly place DNI was… she was right, and who sent me the book whose page 35 made me cry with joy today.
- The universe for providing Buenos Aires with unseasonably high 31º temperatures in late May that called me from my blank page, into the world of research, and walking, and feeling alive.
So to give something back, maybe you’d like to get to your page 35 too. I recommend it. If so, here’s what you’re looking for:
Wild Love by Gill Edwards.
Oh, and if you want to see the shoes Barbie bought, well, check out the DNI store page here, and find the pink shoes at the bottom. I did try the gorgeous princessy violet ones in the top picture too but alas none in my size, which sort of led me to the pink. But Barbie wanted pink.
Oh, and I know the entry wasn’t short in the end, but it came out fast and true… which more or less amounts to the same thing. Now I’ve cleared the clutter, and I can get back to work!
Happy holiday (25 de Mayo in Argentina, Bank Holiday in UK) weekend to you all, and to ‘your Barbies’. Trust me. Go buy yourself something in your Barbie’s favourite colour tomorrow; even if it only costs a dollar, I guarantee it will make you smile.
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