Odds & Ends: New Year’s Eve

When I was nine years old, and we were living in Nice, I would sit by the window, in my pyjamas, and watch the neighbours leave home to go to various New Year’s Eve festivities.  The men all wore black tie, and the women slunk and sparkled.  I gazed and sighed, with occasional interruptions by my mother ordering me to bed.  I visualised them dining in the carpeted, glittering rooms of the Hôtel Negresco, then sipping pink champagne, watching golden fireworks reflected in the night sea of the Baie des Anges.  Once in bed, I projected on the dark screen of my closed eyelids a film of my New Year’s Eves to come.  I carefully designed my evening gown, in midnight blue satin.  I imagined gliding down a palatial staircase on the arm of a dinner suit.  The contents of the dinner suit were a rough sketch of someone tall and skinny, and a wonderful dancer.  Someone very intelligent and very shy (my nine year-old self’s taste in men.)

 

I could not wait to grow up.

 

… Except that, by the time I did grow up, the fashion had changed and I felt rather short-changed.  Outside a few echelons of Society, beyond my immediate reach, New Year’s Eve party goers are now generally clad in ‘smart casual’ attire.  The women, at least, make a visible effort by donning aggressive-looking footwear and the odd sparkling shawl.  Men, however, go for the I-am-being-myself look (with apologies to well-groomed men – do come up and introduce yourselves, later.)

 

For several years now, I have been trying to infiltrate groups where formal dress on New Year’s Eve is a strict requirement, but without success.  Any tips? Go on, humour me.  Help make a girlish fantasy come true.

 

I love New Year’s Eve.  A new beginning.  A clean slate.  A page full of possibilities.

 

One of my favourite New Year’s Eve tasks, is to update my Filofax (yes, Filofax.)  I ponder over every name.  Has he/she been in touch in the past year? Has he/she returned my calls or responded to my e-mails? No? Then he/she gets omitted from the newly transcribed database.  All right, all right.  In some cases, I apply a two-year rule.  Why don’t I keep people’s details, just in case? In case of what? Bring on the broom; let’s sweep the house clean.  Fling open the doors and windows, and let new people in!

 

In parts of Rome, people used to throw old furniture over the balcony, down into the street.  They still set off loud firecrackers.  The more noise, the better, to boot the Old Year out.  They hang miniature broomsticks over their front doors, scacciaguai to keep the house clear of troubles.

 

31st December is also a time for New Year’s resolutions.  How I love writing those! I feel unstoppable and more than capable of keeping every resolution I write down on every line of an A4 sheet of paper.  There will be time enough to review my stamina and edit the list on 2nd January.  For now, everything is possible, including next New Year’s Eve perfect party.  A live orchestra, a roomful of dinner suits and evening dresses, including my own (I can’t decide between claret red and holly green), pink champagne in fine crystal flutes, fireworks dancing on gently rippling waters.  A Venetian palazzo would be the ideal setting for such a party.

 

Invitations welcome.

 

And, talking of resolutions, perhaps you might find a wee space for a request on my part.  If you enjoy my posts, perhaps you could consider slipping a compliment into the Comments section, or even just click on the ‘Like‘ star? (Some of you already do it, and ‘bless your hearts for it.)  Writing a blog is like walking on a deserted field with a sack of words over your shoulder.  A you walk, you take a handful of words, and toss it in the air, not knowing where any of them will land, or where the wind will carry them.  ScribeDoll exists thanks to you.  You make her real by reading her.  Every encouraging comment, or star will be like a flower suddenly sprouting from the ground where a word has landed.

 

I wish you all a perfectly happy New Year.  May 2012 bring you the Horn of Plenty, and allow you to stretch your talents and opportunities to the full.

 

© Scribe Doll

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5 Responses to Odds & Ends: New Year’s Eve

  1. Robin White says:

    Amusing and also touching.

    Keep up the good work.

  2. KiM says:

    Looking forward to Scribe Doll’s pearls of wisdom for 2012.
    Happy New Year!

  3. Sue says:

    A delight. Happy New Year! And more please.

  4. simon roberts says:

    Your NY comments caused me to recall a time many years ago when six ( I think it was ) of us dressing up for New Year’s Eve, the men in black tie and DJs, the women in evening dress and going out to dinner in a smart ( -ish ) Hampstead restaurant before returning to the flat of one of our number for champagne at midnight. The passage of time and the brain cells destroyed by alcohol consumption have clothed that particular soiree in a thick mist, alas. But peering through it when it happens to lift, one sees a happy, civilised, even innocent occasion.

    A very Happy New Year to you!

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