Since I’m not really Nadine Bells anymore — I’m actually in that awkward phase of having inconsistent IDs thanks to getting married and going the good ol’ fashioned route, surname-wise — I’m now chronicling life over at NadineAtHome.com.
Last Valentine’s, Matt and I went to the zoo. Then Matt got distracted (by me) on the ride home and missed our turnoff. So we ended up in Brampton for dinner. And we stopped by his grandparents’. They had been married for 58 years at the time.
I left their house that night inspired by a love story. That is what Valentine’s should be about.
This year, Matt came over on the 13th to cook me dinner: Duck Confit.
We ate fancy-and-AMAZING food — Tip: saute shitake mushrooms in duck fat if you want your date to love you forever — sipped wine, nibbled at dark chocolate and watched a little Jack Bauer.
The next day, we picked up our marriage license.
And Matt renewed his passport. So he can take me away…somewhere.
(And then the passport-photo lady told me that Matt is “very handsome” and that I should “watch out.” Because I’m pretty, but he’s “VERY handsome.” With another “very.” Yes, this is true. Still…STAY AWAY FROM MY MAN.)
We don’t really consider ourselves “Valentine’s people,” but we’re pretty good at making it awesome.
There were boys there. Straight boys. Who were there willingly.
There was this pure-joy kinda groove going on that made me want to drop the writing gig, brush up on my keyboarding skills, and hit the road with a drummer, guitarist, and cute merchandise.
And I decided that Hanson is no longer a guilty pleasure. They are a proud pleasure. They should be mainstream. They should not have 1997 held against them. Instead, we should be applauding the band that has been on the road for 15 years, selling out venues, and turning out infectious pop hooks on a very consistent basis.
Their “greatest hits” takes about two hours to get through. Seriously.
You should want to be them.
I would like to point out that their brand of soul can totally groove WITHOUT A BASS. Like, whoa. (I would link to the official music video, but I feel like I’ve done that approximately 8 billion times. It’s that good.)
Also, did you win a Grammy when you were 14? For a #1 song YOU WROTE? (I could barely rhyme “there” with “care” at that age.)
This was one of last night’s highlights. Here’s the link to the official video. I embedded the poor-quality video from the actual show because I want you to HEAR THE CROWD. (Beth used the word “magic” here. I approve.)
There. I refuse to be defensive anymore. Or in the Hanson-fan closet.
I bought their newest album. Because it’s not on iTunes in Canada. Nor is it in stores. And I felt guilty for downloading it. And because all three Hanson gentlemen have kids — I bet you feel old now, huh? — and I want to make sure the Little Hansons can go to college one day. Yes, I care about these things.
I wasn’t having the best day ever yesterday. Matt knew this. So he invited himself over for dinner. He gave me permission to stay home from home church and just sit on the couch and process life, tears included.
I was watching the Golden Globes last month when Charlize Theron caught my eye. I was obsessed with her look. Specifically, with her hair. I had already survived a disastrous veil-shopping attempt at that point — I haven’t eliminated that option, just that seller — and Matthew offered support by suggesting I go the Theron route.
Winona Ryder turned 40 today. This isn’t really a big deal. At all. But when I read the news, the warm-and-fuzzies took over. She was probably my original girl crush.
When I was 11 years old, I watched my favorite novel (in the whole wide world) come to life on the big screen. Thus began my Bale obsession and Ryder crush.
I still identify with Jo March, the writer who “marches” to a slightly unconventional beat. (Someone asked me about my job-security strategy the other day. Would I consider going the full-time-with-benefits corporate route? Just for stability? Um, no. Because I like my soul and have no intentions of selling it.)
In high school, I bought my first fashion magazine, an issue of InStyle with a Winona feature inside. There she was, in all her pixie-haired glory, modeling gorgeous vintage dresses from her own collection.
I STILL want this:
Also in high school, I’d sit on my bedroom floor and sketch. I sketched this Allure cover. Because…those EYES.
The above Allure magazine introduced me to Kevyn Aucoin, the makeup guru who taught me how to “make a face.”
He did this:
This is Winona modeling in an Elle magazine spread — THIS YEAR. She’s still smokin’. Even after decades of literally smoking.
Frozen. In. Time.
Happy birthday, Winona. Thanks for being Spock’s mom.
*Johnny Depp has had a “Winona Forever” tattoo on his arm. When they broke up, he had it altered to say “Wino Forever.” How droll.