I'm more likely to celebrate the new year with a glass of something fizzy, but couldn't pass up posting the photo of this purse cake from My Sweet and Saucy. (Thanks to A.M. for the link). Besides, I thought B. might like it....
When I started this blog I really didn't foresee the purse theme taking over. When I said "hold-all" I rather imagined stuffing this blog with interviews, reviews, poems, remarks on the literary life. While I wish I had more time to pursue the reviews and interviews, I'm not unpleased with the directions Capacious Hold-All has taken. The Capacious Project has been full of surprises, wonderful pieces written by exceptionally talented writers. There will be a few more contributions to the project forthcoming and then it seems it will have run its course. If you're a writer who has a burning desire to talk about what you carry, then by all means drop me a line. I'll likely continue with the project through until the spring.
A book that I keep returning to is The Pink Guitar by Rachel Blau DuPlessis. I read this book while writing my first book, All the God-Sized Fruit, and continue to find it indispensable. In the first essay, "For the Estrucans" she talks about "the thrilling ambition to get everything in, inclusively, reflexively, monumentally." She quotes Woolf. "What sort of diary should I like mine to be? something loose knit and yet no slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk, or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through." The desk, the diary, the tote bag, the reticule, pocket book, the journal, the experiment, the blog. I find I'm more and more interested in these things, what they mean to each other, and in that thrilling ambition to get everything in. And yet, a line near the end of the essay also speaks to me. DuPlessis quotes Sara Lennox: "So many of those experiments have fallen by the wayside, victim to the economic situation and our own discouragement and exhaustion." Part of me looks ahead to the new year - the juggling, balancing act - of the part time job I need to find pronto, of the family, the writing, readings, small excursions, walking the dog, keeping the house in minimal order etc, etc. and I'm exhausted in advance. Thankfully, there's that other part of me, gripped by that thrilling ambition, undiscouraged, committed to the flinging of odds and ends. I think that might even constitute a new year's resolution - to continue, to balance and re-balance, to be gripped, to fling.
And so. I wish you a sparkly, fizzy and cake-filled new year!