Blogtober #16: Veruca Salt.

Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory is on the telly. One of my absolute favorites of all time. And you know what? Charlie was great and good and all that, but there’s only one person I identify with. When I was younger, it was definitely a secret admiration. But now? We’re soul sisters.

Miss Veruca Salt. Selfish. Demanding. Bratty.

But she knew what she wanted, didn’t she?

Brattiness aside, I’m learning to just claim what I want in life and what I deserve, Veruca style. Even if it seems completely unfathomable or unlikely to happen. Being a general pessimist/cynic/skeptic/side eyer of all of life, as I’m wont to be, sometimes I turn that side eye toward myself. Which keeps me largely realistic, yes, but also occasionally limits me. Because sometimes keeping things real strips away that other thing I truly value: pure imagination. So I’m learning balance. Feet on the ground, yes, but not diminishing my possibilities, either.

So, yeah, I want *it* now. Whatever I want it to be.

Happy Fall TV Watching.

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because it’s Wednesday.

Why relegate candy to your sweet tooth? Shall we not have candy for the eye, too?

This is Superman. I know, I know: you thought Superman wasn’t real you thought Superman was Christopher Reeve. And he is, no doubt. But this is the new Superman. And I mean…Wednesdays were made for that face. They just were.

I first met Henry (not in real life; had we met in real life, I suppose you’d be reading about me somewhere in an article about infamy) in the film The Count of Monte Cristo. A great film. He played Fernand Mondego, the son of villainous Count Mondego. He was lovely. His skin looked like warm milk. I literally said this to my friends in the theater. “Doesn’t his skin look so milky and creamy?” My male friends and my brothers naturally rolled their eyes. Anyway, years later, a friend asked if I knew that Fernand had been cast as the new Superman. “Fernand? Milky Fernand? But he’s so delicate.”

Nah, fam.

Fernand grew up.

Happy Wednesday. May your superheroes be all manly and such and be cast in the latest Mission: Impossible film (inspiring 1,000 squeals) and grow amazing mustaches and be milky and dreamy, too.

It’s not Monday or Wednesday…

The title will make sense in a minute, I promise.

  1. I didn’t post yesterday, so I’m posting today. So it’s not Monday.
  2. The following post was already published for my “Because it’s Wednesday” feature in June 2017 (aka Eye Candy Wednesdays; aka my assortment of boos and baes in the public eye), but I’m reposting that post below. So in that context, it’s not Wednesday.

See? Make sense? No? Welcome to what I went through in every Math class.

Anywho, I wanted to repost the following because I’ve freshly affirmed my love for him, I’m getting more and more excited about this movie, and Idris has moved on and forgotten about me so I need a new co-leaser on the villa.

Here’s what I posted from June and onwards and upwards, dear reader:

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Let’s get to it.

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This is Chadwick Boseman.

You may have seen him in 42, or Get on Up, or the latest rendering of Captain America, or the recently released trailer for Black Panther, which gave you, me, and everyone currently living enough life to last for more life. I mean…

I chose the photo above because I think it exemplifies, above all, why Chadwick is everything: he loves National Public Radio. He loves NPR. I mean…

He’s talented and awesome and a superhero and a supporter of public radio and…

Let’s end there, shall we? See you in the movie theater in 2018.

Happy Wednesday.

Black Panther. So. Lit.

You already know how I feel about Mr. Boseman.

Anywho, as you also may know (please, please know this; like, I enjoy under-the-rock living, too, but you need to know this), Black Panther, the next movie in the Marvel Universe, is set to open this coming Friday. Saying I can’t wait is certainly an understatement. We were amazingly introduced to Boseman’s King T’Challa in Captain America: Civil War, and what an introduction it was. This is his tale. You’ve likely seen the trailer. (Whew.) You probably know that my boo Lupita is in it (*praise hands*), so that very reason alone, I need to support my gyal. You also likely know that the movie is rich with all kinds of beauteous blackness and melanin. Like, it’s so unabashedly brimming with culture and blackness and African-ness–T’Challa is from the fictional country of Wakanda, which I’d like to think is about an hour from Zamunda–that it takes my breath away. Here are some of my favorite memes regarding how most of us plan on arriving at the movie theater for the film.

Did you know that comic books and their related characters have been a part of my life since I was a little girl? My mother introduced my sister and I to the wonderful world of reading and imagination and storytelling, and part of that introduction was to folks like Superman and Archie Andrews and Tintin. My mother is amazing. So comic books have been a large part of my life forever. I proudly geek out over all that Marvel and DC Comics stuff, and you can usually find me in many places in a bookstore, but definitely in the comics section.

Also need to know: because of my excitement over the film, I ordered a T-shirt to wear to the movie. Thanks to Adorned by Chi, I am now and officially a Princess of Wakanda. See below for the mini-selfie shoot on my couch from yesterday. And yes, I’ll be sharing my whole look for when I head to the movie because, yes, it’s going to be a thing.

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That’s all she wrote for this Manic Monday. Onwards and upwards…and pantherwards…

The Age of Adaline.

First, here’s the trailer.

Now let’s talk. Can I tell you that I cannot wait to see this film? It’s everything This Square Peg loves about a good film and a good story, really: intrigue, a little romantical (not a word, but feel free to make it yours), mystery, a bit of sci-fi, and Harrison Ford. Seriously, I’ve loved him since I was 12 years old. Anyway. Absolutely looking forward to seeing it on opening weekend, and you can be sure that I’ll provide a review.

Incidentally, my bestie mentioned to me yesterday that when she saw the trailer for the film, she immediately thought of me. She then added that it seemed like a short story I would write. What a compliment. I love moments when people are reminded of what you do, especially via another medium. And besties are the best, aren’t they?

My 20…On the Big Screen.

Remember when I did this before? Well, I’m doing it again. This time, however, I’m talkin’ about 20 random movies I love and why I love them so. They’re in no order of importance. Ready? Like to hear it? Here it go…movienight

1. A Room with a View. Let’s see: a Victorian setting, Helena Bonham Carter, this scene. Hook, line, sinker. Really, though, this is a marvelously beautiful movie and my little 17 year-old heart nearly burst when I saw it and still bursts when I see it today.

2. Pride and Prejudice, 1995. Yep, I’m aware that it was on TV, not on a movie screen. Nope, I don’t care. This is how you adapt a beloved book: stay faithful to the original, make it amazing and heart-stirring, and by all means, cast Colin Firth.

3, 4, 5. Indiana Jones Series: Raiders of the Lost Ark, Temple of Doom, The Last Crusade. I can’t describe the wonder of sitting on the living room floor with my siblings and my parents, our eyes glued to many adventures of Indy, the watchful silence intermittently punctuated by our excited laughs, screams, and gasps. Sometimes movies aren’t about movies at all, but the memories they elicit.

6. Beauty and the Beast. Are you surprised? I’ll tell you why: this was the first movie I saw in a movie theater! Yes, in 1991, my Pops, who expertly sheltered his children as soon as our plane from Ghana touched American soil, reluctantly allowed me to go to the movies and see this. It was thrilling. The seats, the dark theater, the opening of the screen. I was thoroughly transfixed that day and admittedly still am by the entire movie-going experience. Even if your kid is kicking the back of my seat.

7-10. Mission: Impossible 1-4. Oh, did you know I’m a rabid Tom Cruise lover? I mean, yes, I’m married to Idris or whatever, but I remain Cruise’s most serious and loudly devoted fan. So I go to his movies on opening weekend and I watch and I LOVE each and every moment, because it’s Tom Cruise and he’s hanging on a mountain/building/plane and it’s exciting and I love this teeth. There. Now you know.

11. Citizen Kane. In 10th grade, my Film Studies teacher deemed it one of the most important films ever made. His words were no exaggeration. The rise and fall of newspaper publisher Charles Foster Kane was breathtaking to watch and dissect. A true, true classic.

12. The Philadelphia Story. Speaking of classics, this.movie.is.everything. Have you seen this film? Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant and Jimmy Stewart engaged in a love triangle amid 40s wordplay and men who still wore tuxedos as casual wear? See this film, please, if you haven’t. If you have, feel free to watch it all over again. Ugh, they don’t make them like this anymore.

13. Dial ‘M’ for Murder. The theme of classics continue, but what are classics without Hitchcock? One of my absolute favorites from Alfie. A cat-and-mouse game at its best, this plot. And Grace Kelly. Sigh.

14. To Kill a Mockingbird. As a writer, Harper Lee changed my life. As a lover of films, this adaptation of her novel did the same thing. I’ll end it with two words: Gregory Peck.

15. Superman. I grew up loving comic books, due entirely to my Mama, who made sure we had plenty of them to read as kids. Anyway, when I was introduced to the Superman films, particularly the very first one, I repeatedly had to remind myself that Christopher Reeve wasn’t Superman. He wasn’t, right? But then at the end of movie, he would fly up into the air and swirl around the earth and look at the camera with those blue eyes and smile and then I wasn’t as convinced anymore. To this day, that scene takes my breath away. And that swelling music! See below, and you’re welcome.

16. Coming to America. To this day, I chuckle at how thoroughly inappropriate it was for us kids to be watching this movie (the language is off the hook), but back then, our parents couldn’t resist. I mean, come on: an African prince in New York City looking for this true love? We can quote lines and scenes, by the way. I bet you can, too.

17, 18, 19. Star Wars Trilogy. Forgive Return of the Jedi and just agree that these films changed everything in your life as a moviegoer and a lover of story and a dreamer. They just did.

20. The Princess Bride. The wit. The laugh out loud humor. The lines. Cary Elwes. Inconceivable. Fred Savage. Mandy Patinkin. Modern day classic. Without a doubt.

So that’s it for me. What are your 20? Or even five? Let me know in the comments, pretty please. And before you go…

Bantu Knots, The Hundred-Foot Journey, and the Weekend

Happy November, ya’ll. This weekend, I decided to put in some Bantu knots for her in an effort to change up the usual two-strand twist and/or fro look that she likes to sport. This isn’t the first time I wore Bantus, but I changed things up a bit. Typically, I Bantu on dry, stretched hair; i.e., an old twist-out. This time wasn’t that different, but I decided to follow a method I saw on YouTube and do things a liiiitle bit differently. So:

  1. I started by sectioning my hair. I almost never do this. Something about putting my hair into sections before styling makes me believe that the styling process will be prolonged and therefore cause my arms to fall off.
  2. I should say that I started by turning on the TV for some much-needed entertainment-while-doing-my-hair. This is intrinsic.
  3. Anyway, after sectioning my hair into about 4 or 5 big ole sections, I began by dividing the first section of hair into smaller sections. Usually, in the past, I’ve Bantu’ed with huge, chunky sections of hair. But the course I saw on YouTube University convinced me otherwise. With the smaller section in hand, I lightly sprayed my hair with my accidental mixture of water, Cantu Shea Butter leave-in conditioner, and some essential oils, focusing on my ends. It’s an accidental mixture because I kind of threw it all together one day. And it’s been working. Thank goodness for accidental experiments when I just happen to be hanging out in the bathroom. I digress. (Constantly.) This is a change for me with lightly wetting my hair for Bantus. I typically do them completely dry.
  4. After spraying the section, I then applied a dab of my Jane Carter Nourish and Shine Product from Heaven throughout the section, again focusing on the ends.
  5. I then two-strand twisted the section before Bantu-ing: winding the twist around and around my finger until it basically created a ball/knot. I’d like to happily add that this was the first time I Bantu’ed without using bobby pins to secure the knots. My hair knotted all by itself!
  6. After about 1,000 knots, I gave my hair some time to air dry before placing my gigantic satin bonnet on my head and heading off to SleepLand.
  7. In the morning, I may have whispered a tiny prayer before taking off the bonnet, the Natural Hair I Hope This Style Worked prayer.
  8. I coated my fingers and hands with some oil and undid each knot. Then I gently untwisted them and began to fluff.

Photos of the process and the results below. I really liked this “different” approach to this style, and I certainly loved how awesome and soft my hair turned out in the end. Will definitely stick to this process for the future.

Top left, pre-Bantu and huge scarf. Top right, all Bantu'ed up. Bottom, the results.
Top left, pre-Bantu and huge scarf. Top right, all Bantu’ed up. Bottom, the results.

Onwards for the rest of the weekend. Last night, me and a friend headed to the theater and saw The Hundred-Foot Journey, a wonderful film by Lasse Hallstrom (no surprise there; he directed Chocolat, a movie that remains one of my absolute favorites) about an Indian family that turns a little French village upside down when they open a restaurant across the street (100 feet away) from a Michelin-starred French restaurant. It was moving, sweet, compelling, lovely, funny, and beautiful. Ugh, I loved it. It made me both happy and hungry. Five Square Pegs on that one. Get thee to a theater and see it if you can.

Other than the hair and the movie, it was a grand weekend. We feted a good friend of mine for a surprise baby shower (can’t wait to meet her little girl!); I ran errands and got in a few cat naps; and, most importantly, engaged in my usual fulfilling spiritual activities.

A good time was had.

How was your weekend?

your October gift. (Blogtober #29)

You’re welcome.

Wait. Before I go, can we talk about this scene? Can we talk about all the breathing, and the rain, and Mr. Darcy’s ardent love, and Elizabeth’s obvious attraction to him despite her repulsion at his tearing apart Bingley and Jane, and the rain, and the standing so close to each other, and communicating, so deftly, how they truly feel for each other with a few glances and their proximity, and the rain, and…

My ardent love for the 1995 P&P miniseries with Colin and Firth and Jennifer Ehle knows no bounds. But the 2005 adaptation with Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen is expertly done. Expertly. There are so many tiny revelations and nuances that come to light with that adaptation. Ugh. I love it so.

Anyway, as mentioned, you’re welcome. Happy October.