Here’s a visual of day 26 in my year of daily doing something I’ve never done before. Today, as seen in the photo by my friend, author Alice Zorn, I wore red tights in public.
You can see I’ve come a long way from the earlier post in which I began wearing colours other than black. These attempts to break out of old patterns are cumulative – by now I look like a field of daisies that has burst into flames. When I look at my old black clothes on their hangers they repel me with negative magnetism that speaks of that old existential void I used to know so well. This newness project has changed all that.
Alice took the photo at Pointe Claire Library, whose lovely programming director, Mary-Jane O’Neill, invited me to speak about my novel, Annabel. There was a great crowd who told me all their family secrets, and I played a song out of the novel for them on my concertina, and revealed knives and hats and talismans that went into the writing of the book. We had a draw for a free copy of the American edition, and Mary-Jane gave me cookies when I confessed I was ravenous and had missed supper before the event. I remember now that I stuffed the last cookies in my concertina case, so I must go and devour them.