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le bete noir & aggrandizement


Living in a hotel for a while has always been a quaint dream of mine, a dream I
will be living for a bit as I take care of my Pops as he receives chemo treatments. 
Some might think it in poor taste to romanticize life when in reality life for us is
so hard. How can one possibly glamorize a life ridden with something so 
horrific as 4th stage cancer? Yet I refuse the notion that we should wallow in 
pain and self pity. Of course it's all very shocking. Of course it's all very 
devastating. And of course we are all a little afraid. But what better to stave 
away le "bete noir" & dolor than aggrandizement? I'm a firm believer in the
idea of counting one's blessings and currently a lot of our blessings are aesthetic.

This hotel is magnificent. It's marvelous to come through the turn style and
be greeted by a staff that knows my name. It's divine to awake to a view of 
bright white water fountains, to a plate of fresh fruit and a cup of coffee that
tastes like Europe, to sun beams reflecting off the crystals of a chandelier. I
would be a fool to dismiss all of this in the name of proper sadness. Yes, I
prefer to always have a Showgirl attitude. Of course Showgirls cry, but we
try to at least do it with style.

xo, Jolie



Comments

  1. love the first picture! makes me want to eat it!! ahaha
    and of course kate, always looking good!
    Everytime I come into your blog, I love it more and more!!!

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  2. Can't help but think of Grand Hotel 1932, it is important to count ones blessings. x

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  3. @ Burkha - I'm so happy you progressively love my blog! That's great news! Perhaps my blog is improving more and more?

    @ Hannah- Ooooh yes! Grand Hotel!

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