Day 1067 Shifting Gears

 

Shoutout to My Reluctant Photographer

A big shout out to my husband (and unofficial photographer) Tim for capturing this great photo! He’s always willing—though rarely thrilled—to snap a picture for me when I ask. Usually, there are a few awkward misfires before he gets the group in focus, but I’m always eager to see what he ends up with. I had just been talking about my pretty new brightly colored beaded bag, so maybe this shot wasn’t a miss at all?

Originally, I’d planned to focus this blog post on the absolute nonsense that is the keyhole neckline. You might catch a glimpse of it in the photo—take a good look before I take my scissors to it and turn it into a proper V-neck. Seriously, who thought cutting a hole in the neckline was a good idea?

Anyway, shifting gears…

I can't believe I wrote an entire blog post about seeing Waitress at Theatre By The Sea and didn’t take you down the proverbial rabbit hole of its backstory. Here’s the short version: Adrienne Shelly wrote the screenplay, directed, and co-starred in the original movie, which was released posthumously in 2007 after her tragic death in 2006 at only 40 years old.

Her death was initially ruled a suicide after she was found hanging in her Manhattan office. But her husband, convinced she would never take her own life, urged the police to keep investigating. Thankfully, they did. They discovered that a 19-year-old construction worker—who was in the U.S. illegally—had been caught by Adrienne stealing money from her purse. He strangled her and staged the scene to look like a suicide.

Yikes. I hope if I'm ever found dead, the world knows I'd never kill myself. Good for her husband for pushing the investigation forward.

In a strange way, this post ended up being about bags after all—mine was safely on my arm with no slippery fingers in sight...or was it a keyhole neckline verses my rabbit hole story...either way, thanks for bearing with my chaotic post. We had a great time at 210 Oyster Bar, dancing away a Monday afternoon to a fun Motown band. Good company, good food, good music… and a questionable neckline...but who wants to write about that?