Li-Li Loves Roses

Woah Nelly! Hold your horses I aint getting married. I have not met the man who’s gonna put a ring on it!

The truth has been out for quite a while now, I am quite the granny. I Lisle Collins preffer to be home on a friday night eating wine, playing a game of UNO & shuffling to the sounds of the 60’s! *boom, pow-wow* instant fun yes! Oh and if I turn on the telly and happen to fine bad shows that I just can’t help but love to hate, then yes I have struck gold and I’m a happy lady.

Ahh, the simple things…

So you cannot imagine the excitement I experienced when I stumbled across a reality tv show about bridezillas who grade each others weddings (in the bitchiest way.) *insert gasping face here*

The Bride with the highest score wins a romantic honeymoon (while the losers watch with daggering eyes from the side lines as the grooms whisks her away in a limo!)

I cannot for the life of me remember the name of the show, all I know is: It started somewhere round 10pm on SABC2. If you lucky reader in cyber space can give me the name of my new favourite friday show, you will win a kiss! Ha Jokes, that’s a lie you perverts the only person I’ll be kissing is my life size Justin Bieber poster (that’s also a lie.)

Anyway, so this cheeseball show really got me thinking about my wedding. Whoops I should have said future wedding! If I ever do get married.

This is what I know for sure:

• I don’t want a big wedding! I’m an extremely shy person (hard to believe, but so true.) I don’t like attention or eyes on me. It’s scary.

• I’ve always gravitated towards the idea of eloping. There is no pressure of the dress. Walking down an isle, people gawking. The “Oohs” The “Ahhs” “What? she’s not wearing white?” Ugh, no thanks. At the end of the day marriage is about two people and the love they share.
• Although I might not want the wedding, but I do want the party! Lots of music, lots of booze, lots of balloons. With all my friends in pretty dresses & dapper suits (Suave.)
• But… And there’s always a but. I love wedding dresses. Almost yearly I find myself designing my future wedding dress (So far I have 4 favourites.) And how many times am I getting married? Well hopefully not 4 times. SO maybe I’ll renew my vows every year and have a pretty dress to go with it.
• I. Am. Not. Getting. Married. In. A. Church… Or any other religious ceremony for that matter. Sorry mom & dad, but your little girl is Agnostic & it aint gonna happen. City Hall for me, thank you.

So this is me, or at least me for now. I might change, because I do change alot. But it’s helpful to know at least this much about me for now. And one day I’ll figure out how all this puzzle pieces go, after all I really am still discovering myself.

Who knows maybe one day I’ll believe in the Cinderella ending. And thro

w away all my guerrilla beliefs for some Prince Charming? Oh who am I kidding?

londonlily:

“And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.”

whim·si·cal

1. Playfully quaint or fanciful, esp. in an appealing and amusing way.

I remember the first time someone used the word “whimsical” to describe me (It wasn’t meant as a compliment.) But somehow it has become part of my peter pan-esq personality. The other day I found myself referring to myself as a teenager! (Gasp, oh the horror.) Only to have my sister say (in her blunt voice): “Uh, Lisle. You’re not a teen you’re a woman.”

What? Me? A woman? Hardly. Lady maybe, but I aint no woman. The truth is, I may dress like a tom boy, But I’m a girl. Seriously.

My sisters and I often play this game. The object is to decipher if your style reflects girl, lady or woman. The people associated  with each category are always subject to change with who’s hip at the time.

For example: Are you a girl, lady or woman? Girl= Sienna Miller, Lady= Sarah Jessica Parker, Woman= Kate Winslet. Sometimes it can get as fun as breaking it down into decades 60s, 70s, 80s… blah blah blah, you get the picture right?

Oh, so where am getting with this?

Oh right I always, always pick the “girl” category. I always played it down to my fashion choices. But no, it really is so much more than my admiration for waif like women, and my obsession with Pattie Boyd & Edie Sedgewick.

So when I close friend recently decided the song that would best describe me is: She’s Thunderstorms by Arctic Monkeys http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvHz5Rti0cU

Yes I was shocked it wasn’t Girl by the Beatles or She’s a Rainbow by The Stones (I’m picky like that.)

I decided to take this ode to an erratic, pixie-esq, whimsical girl that resembles a storm as a compliment. The song is pretty beautiful. And I hope my future musician lover (and I will have one, one day.) will right a song like this for me…

I’ve learnt that for now, I’m fine with running around barefoot & fancy free, wearing 60s clothes & dancing around even if no one else is. Because it’s not gonna always be like this (try as I might) So for now I will embrace it, and dance around to the Arctic Monkeys…

As I lay in bed tossing & turning, going through a mental fork in the road. I thought why not turn this into a blog post!

The truth is maybe I feel so confused about everything lately, because I havn’t made it clear what exactly I want. How can I receive clear signals if mine are so blurred.

And with that a checklist (or guide-line) was born!

LISLE’s ULTIMATE CHECKLIST FOR THE FUTURE LOVE OF HER LIFE:

-we make each other’s lives better.

-he respects, loves, supports, and is excited about what i do for work. and vice versa.

-he loves me when I wear bizarre make up, but also loves me without it!

-he’s not intimidated when I wear high heels

-he makes me laugh and i make him laugh.  (so much, like crazy!)

-i can talk to him about anything. he can talk to me about anything. (without either of us getting weird/uncomfortable/or offended)

-we are so passionate about each other.

-doesn’t think fashion is frivolous.

-we get each others sense of humor. we love each others sense of humour.

-must be down with the fact that i have many fictitious husbands, who are all non threatening. Unless for some odd reason Elton John turns straight, John Lennon is raised from the dead and Byron Buster Bluthe was a real person… Then yes I would dump you.

-he has great style. when we walk into a room, we look great together.

-we’re creative together.

-he’s true to his word. i can count on him doing what he says he’ll do. i can count on him if i need help.

-we inspire each other.

-we have so much fun together.

-i’m not shy around him. i can be my true self around him.

-he barely drinks or doesn’t drink, is a non smoker, and is drug free.

-neither one of us has any desire to cheat.

-he’s super sexy and has that ‘bad boy’ cool factor that i need in a guy.

-he’s really confident, but not to the point of being an unlikable, arrogant, ego maniacal prick.

-he’s a master at what he does.

-he’s smart, talented, and well-traveled. we learn from each other.

-he respects women. he’s not a misogynist.

-he loves coffee.

-he’s romantic.

-he isn’t a moody, passive aggressive, a control freak, or a man-child.

-he isn’t super religious. (spiritual and believing in god is fine)

-he’s a gentleman.

-he’s ok with me potentially never wanting to get married.

-he’s ok with me potentially wanting to get married.

It may seem like alot, but I think it’s not that much, it’s pretty simple and reasonable. I don’t ask for much. But i wont settle for anything less than butterflies.