|beth snow andersen whitaker evans|
first, and definitely most important, is celebrating my transcendent grandmother, beth snow andersen whitaker evans, who is 90 years old today.
it's hard to know where to begin with her, but i think i'll just tell one little story that's relevant to this blog. i'll try not to cry while i write it, and you try not to cry when you read it.
when grandma was five, her mother died of sepsis after giving birth to her eigth child in emory, utah. she was sent to live with relatives in st. george, and the money for her care was kept in a tea cup on top of the ice box. grandma recalls the lady of the house taking down the tea cup and pursing her lips in displeasure whenever she had to take money from the (what my grandma believed) too small allowance.
when spring came, which is hot in st. george, grandma was still wearing her long woolen stockings. how she longed for white cotton anklets like the other girls wore to school. so she asked the lady of the house if she could have some. the lady replied, "your other mother can buy them for you when you return to emory in the summer." (grandma's father had just remarried.)
so grandma had to keep wearing the long stockings for the duration of the school year. she reports that when she returned to emory, her greeting to her new step-mother was, "can i have some anklets?" her step-mother said, "of course."
|gramdma beth at the homestead|
and it seems that things took a happier turn in this tragic year from that moment on. but it's clear that grandma has held this incident close, and she makes it her practice to "never say no." this might mean that when my children ask grandma for a sleepover, she'll say, "why, yes, we will have to work on scheduling that sometime." and that might mean next friday, or it could mean that grandma is thinking, in parentheses, that she will hold said sleepover some day after she has been resurrected from the grave and feels up to it again. either way, her ability to make a child feel loved, accepted, and attended to is legendary.
i love and respect this lady more than i can possibly say.
and p.s.--she used to draw lines up the backs of her fantastic legs during the war when stockings were scarce.
secondly, i went to sundance last night with a friend who had a press pass and therefore invites to the exclusive parties. i did my darndest to network, hand out cards, talk up my script, etc. but i'm so gosh darn bad at it. it felt hideous the whole time. is there such thing as a person i could hire to be me and pimp my work for me?
|me and lorri at bing bar--me trying to act natural|
i heard great things about another earth and the turkish film (the first one ever at sundance) can, and one friend raved about west of memphis. i'm trying to get in to see the artist is present about marina abramovic tomorrow night, then i'll be seeing five broken cameras on friday. i have best of fest tickets for a week from monday (free for locals!)
alas, no celeb sightings.
|favorite provo restaurant|
i'm all about that.
here is the "updated funeral potato" recipe from the nyt and an old post on funeral potatoes from my old blog.
legwear: today it's frigid and i'm wearing grey jeans. don't forget to enter in our tights giveaway. we selected some beautiful, warm and pretty fancy tights for some lucky legs out there.
inspiration: never say no.
looking forward: to more sundance.