Welcome to this edition of Dimanche (That Means Sunday), a roundup of things that caught my eye this past week.
Truth be told, not as much caught my eye this past week because I had the flu. I was kind of surprised I got it because I actually forced myself to get a flu shot this year. I’m sure there’s an Alanis Morissette lyric about this somewhere.
I spent four days flat on my back, which might sound good to some people but it’s pretty much torture to me. To get through it, I watched movies endlessly, caught up on TV shows, listened to music, and thought about beach vacations I went on last year when I didn’t feel like my face was going to explode.
This seemed to work, as after a few days I was (mostly) back to normal. I’m still tired and bummed that it’s winter, but I guess that comes with the territory.
Yesterday, in an effort to raise my spirits, I did a bunch of things that made me happy, including eating a burrito as big as my head and getting my nails done (I’d do them myself but it looks like a kindergartener got carried away with crayons whenever I try). The manicure made me think of a line I heard once in a British TV series: “The worse you feel inside, the more important it is to take care of yourself on the outside,” or something along those lines.
I’m not advocating for getting a makeover when you’re deathly ill with the flu, but I think there’s something to be said about taking extra care of yourself when you’re feeling shitty (or immediately afterward). People have been tossing around the term “self-care” lately, which is a little too self-help’y for my tastes, but I’m a fan of the idea. It’s important to take time to raise your spirits in ways that are meaningful to you.
Without further ado, here is Dimanche:
As I mentioned before, I ate a burrito as big as my head yesterday at Winslow’s Home, one of my favorite brunch spots in St. Louis. It’s a small restaurant, bakery, and home goods store in University City, a neighborhood near where I went to college. If you go, I’d highly recommend ordering this burrito and getting a side of avocado.
On the second or third day I had the flu (they’re all running together now), I watched an amazing Turkish documentary about cats. The movie, called “Kedi,” details the lives of cats living in and around Istanbul. As it turns out, they play an integral role in many Turkish citizens’ lives. This movie is a must-see for any cat lover.
I’m *slightly* obsessed with the Google Arts & Culture app. I discovered it after a friend of mine from France posted a picture of herself alongside a painting that supposedly looked like her. There’s a feature on the app that allows you to take a selfie and then matches you to a well-known painting. I thought mine was pretty on point, especially when I looked at the portrait in context.
Sometime during my delirium earlier this week, I saw something about Frenchwomen opposing the “#MeToo” movement. I was dismayed but I waited until I felt better to read up on what they were saying. Needless to say, I’m disgusted. This article in The New Yorker summarizes the situation pretty well. I especially like the last paragraph. “Bothering women in an unwanted way isn’t an expression of artistic temperament, without which the world would lose its magic. It’s often a by-product of a man’s (possibly very good) work making him think that he is invincible and owed,” staff writer Lauren Collins said. Amen.
Have I told you about Seed Sprout Spoon? I think I did briefly, but I’ll spend a little more time gushing here. The restaurant is only open on Sunday for brunch, but that’s okay. It’s the restaurant equivalent of playing hard to get, which makes me love it even more. Today I got the turkey sausage and grits (see the first photo in this post) and I was blown away. It’s one of the best, if not the best, brunch dish I’ve had in St. Louis this winter.
I saw “The Shape of Water” a couple weeks ago and loved it. Now I can’t stop listening to the soundtrack, which was composed by the very talented Alexandre Desplat. It’s so sad, romantic, and beautiful. I’d recommend giving it a listen.
Last but certainly not least, I started taking guitar lessons last week and I love it. My teacher taught me how to play “Blowin’ in the Wind” and yesterday, I taught myself how to play one of my favorite songs, “Helplessly Hoping,” by Crosby, Stills & Nash. I can only play the chords but I’m going to learn how to strum it the way they do in the song.
Enjoy your week! Here’s a song to get you started.