There’s been something in the air of late. The first inkling I got was when my esteemed colleague wrote about how to take a compliment, already. And seriously, if you haven’t read it go do so right now. It’s a wonderful and important article we all should read.
But then I saw this post on Shapely Prose, which should also be required reading. Warning, the language is far saltier there than it is here. We are PG, SP is hard R. Just so’s you know what you’re getting yourself in for. And this isn’t the only place I’ve seen this concept. It’s starting to float around the Fatosphere in a big way, and I – for one – am completely in favor of it.
If you haven’t gone to see what the concept is, it happens to be standing up to be counted as brilliant at something, no apologies.
So here are a few things that make me, Twistie, pretty darn fabulous:
I’m a terrific self-taught cook and baker. In over forty years of baking, I have never made a bad pie crust. I can put together a good meal out of unlikely resources. If you come to Casa Twistie, chances are you will not leave hungry.
Over the course of the last three years or so, I have overcome my lifelong phobia of dogs. No longer do I quail in the face of corgis. Not only that, I have been adopted by my neighbor’s chihuahua and another friends’ tribe of rotts. I still approach strange dogs with caution, but the sight of a perfectly well-behaved small dog on a short leash no longer fills me with such panic that I have to cross the street.
Cats and small children instinctively trust me.
I taught myself to make bobbin lace and made all eleven yards of lace for my own wedding gown.
I can find the upside or the funny in almost any situation, and get the joke across to someone else.
I come up with quips and aphorisms off the top of my head that people assume were written by someone famous.
I have had people literally stop me in public places to tell me how fabulous I am. You can’t ask for better proof of awesome than that, can you?
When I sing out loud, I can be heard half a block away without benefit of a microphone.
So what about all of you? I want you to come right out and tell me what’s so special about you, and I want it without quibbles, apologies, or caveats. Be proud of yourselves.