I wanted to let you know that I’m taking a break from writing ‘Hollywood Spinster’.
There are a few reasons but mainly I feel that I’m in a very different place from when I started this blog 12 months ago. I was fresh out of a two-year relationship, 42-years-old, and needed a place to vent.
You were my therapy.
My life is changing again, and right now, I don’t feel the need to define myself as a spinster. Hollywood or otherwise.
I haven’t given up on finding love or a partner-in-crime, and so it’s time to say goodbye to Spinny, Carb-Face and the cast of thousands that have made writing this blog so much fun.
I’m very grateful for all your support and am still considering what to do with Spinny. It may end up being the basis for a novel or a screenplay. I haven’t decided yet but I remain very fond of Spinny and her ramblings.
More importantly, I consider it a huge success. It went from 92 views for the entire month of February 2011 to almost 7,000 views alone during February 2012. It’s incredible that so many of you read and supported Spinny. I’ve made new friends here and have been touched every time you’ve shared your personal stories with me.
Being single later in life is a challenge. But there are so many of us out there now, it will be interesting to see if society can conjure up a better word than ‘spinster’ for the many strong, independent women in the world.
What I’ve learned is that we’re very good at supporting each other through the good times and the bad. And I feel that will be very important in the years to come.
Thanks for a wonderful year, and hopefully, I’ll be back to talk about vagina cupcakes, Stage Four Jeans and the yeasty eating habits of Carb-Face in some form or another very soon.
In the meantime, this blog will remain active – I will still be posting news articles/photos that I feel are relevant – and you can still get in touch with me via firstname.lastname@example.org
Take care lovely people!
Amidst the young beautiful darlings, these two pictures made me smile. It’s Joan Collins and her sister Jackie Collins (combined age 153), on the red carpet at the Vanity Fair Oscar post-show party. What an amazing couple of broads. All hail the shoulder pads!
I just got back home from heckling A-listers at the Vanity Fair party and saw the man in question getting in to a limo.
*cue massive amounts of screeching and swooning*
He was more gorgeous in person than you could ever believe.
It was late. I was tired.
And so here endeth my obsession with the man who makes Clooney look meh.
A perfect ending, I think you’ll agree: he won an Oscar, and I caught a glimpse of his marvellous personage.
Sweet dreams one and all.
If “Le Swoon” doesn’t win the Oscar for Best Actor today, I will hunt Clooney down and slap him around the head repeatedly with a giant brie. Then I will draw a pencil moustache on his upper lip and laugh silently in his face.
Oh yes I will.
*exaggerated grin to camera*
I told a friend yesterday that I was missing an emotional connection in my life.
And I really am.
There’s a big big gap right there where a hug should be.
Not getting married or having kids may boil down to a life choice but living without love or affection is just ridiculous.
She told me (and I’m paraphrasing) that I didn’t deserve love because the rest of my life was a mess.
That I had to sort out everything else before I could even hope to meeting anybody.
She said, and I paraphrase again, ‘I wouldn’t want to date in your situation’.
But it’s funny because when I had the so-called perfect set-up; the apartment, the job, the new car, the clothes, I didn’t find love either.
I only managed to find men who were more than happy to attach themselves to me in order for them to enjoy the fruits of my labours.
So I think what really upset me about that conversation was the notion that I wasn’t worthy because I’d fucked up so badly.
I no longer have that big living space or job security… yet somehow that was what defined my goodness and my ability to be loved?
Isn’t that ridiculous. If we were to wait until everything was perfect, we’d all float through life forever loveless.
Who out there has actually managed to get everything right?
Some of the biggest fuck ups I know have found love. And it’s changed their lives forever.
So I’ll say it again…I’m not denying myself the possibility of anything this year.
I’m fighting less and I’m open to more.
So to paraphrase what I told her her. ‘You’re wrong.’
Because she is.
…driving home along Hollywood Boulevard in the early hours of the morning, you get a little bit excited when bathed in moonlight, you see the marquee for the Oscars sitting in front of you. Then you take a left down Orange.
Any other man in this outfit would look ridiculous but Le Swoon just looks HAWT.