As midnight struck we entered a brand new decade and not just any decade either - last night we entered the magical realms of 2020. Just look at that number. It has magic written all over it! 2020 - an angel number. Minus the zeros and it reads 22 - the date I was born. So today, New Years Day, I went into this new decade full of happiness and optimism.
For the past few years it seems as if we as a society in the UK have been conditioned into being fearful of the future, of entering each new year with a feeling of trepidation. Years of austerity and political unrest have had an effect and many people have had their natural optimism and hope for the future eroded by hardship and uncertainty. But enough is enough. I think the final straw was Bozo Boris using one of my favourite Christmas films, Love Actually, as a political broadcast. I Actually felt sick.
One of my New Year's resolutions is to stop letting outside influences cast shadows on my mood, especially the political theatrics we've had to endure for what feels like forever. So I've decided to just allow life to unfold freely as it will, trusting the Universe to take me to a good place. I think that the start of a new decade - the 20's no less - is a great time to just let go and see what happens.
So, let the New Roaring Twenties commence! I've decided that whatever happens in the bigger picture, I'm going to take a leaf out of a Flapper Girl's book and make sure that I live a bit and enjoy myself more. The Flappers certainly knew how to enjoy themselves and make the most of their limited liberty. I intend to be a bit more Flapper! I'm going to wear my pretty dresses more often and carry beaded bags wherever I go. I'm going to dig out the long strings of beads and pearls and my lacy gloves. I'm going look out for vintage music of that period and play vinyl on the record player that I got for Christmas in 2018. I'm going to read F. Scott. Fitzgerald and watch the Great Gatsby.
Most of all, I'm going to try to emulate the spirit of the original Roaring Twenties by being as happy, optimistic and celebratory as I can. Life is a ball - but you have to accept the invitation! For me the 1920's represents an effervescent spirit of joy, when the Champagne was always on ice and music was always playing, ready to dance to. They didn't always have pots of money due to the aftermath of the Great War and in 1929 the crash of Wall Street helped plunge the UK into depression, but for the majority of the decade, they had fun! They made time to party and enjoy evening soirees at the theater or at a speakeasy. They made the most of what they had and seemed to enjoy it.
So after a lovely Christmas where I was fortunate enough to receive lots of beautiful presents, including a pair of adorable rose-gold stud-earrings from Pandora that are shaped like crowns and Ariana's new perfume Thank-you Next, I'm going into this new year feeling like a princess and I want to hold onto that feeling for the rest of the year.
It occurred to me that I have lots of pretty clothes and shoes etc that I don't get enough wear out of because I don't want to look too 'done up'; handbags and jewelry that I rarely use because they're 'too fancy'; books that I haven't read yet and DVDs I should allow myself to watch more often. In short, I need to start making the most of what I have, I need to enjoy my belongings more and take them out more often - literally, I need to get the glad rags on and go out to a few parties, dance and have fun like the Flappers of old.
So that's my plan; to live more in the spirit of the 1920's and make 2020 my own year of Flapper-isms. I'm hoping to see Flapper dresses in the shops soon too - you never know your luck.
In the meantime lets all drink Prosecco, read The Beautiful and the Damned, watch The House of Elliot, wear ostentatious rings over our winter gloves and practice our swoons. Just make sure there's a handsome chappie waiting to catch you! Because a little party never killed nobody...
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