So there I was, minding my own business, and suddenly "...for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so" pops into my head. In reference to the wool wrestling that's been going on here with me and the two wools for the nattrøjer.
I was tossing this thought around in my mind, and I could see that it was solely a matter of my inability to make a decision, choose one or the other, and go with it. Claudia gave me good advice yesterday, about knowing what kind of sweater I want. One yarn will make an indoor sweater, the other, something very warm and more geared for outdoor wear. Both sweaters will be nice, but serve different purposes. I have to know what I want, that's all.
Rather than actually make a decision, I googled the above quote; at least I remembered it was from Hamlet. The full run of the quote is:
Hamlet: Denmark's a prison.
Rosencrantz: Then is the world one.
Hamlet: A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst.
Rosencrantz: We think not so, my lord.
Hamlet: Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison.
You have no idea how hard I laughed.
The Danish nattrøje. Denmark. ....To me it is a prison.
More than you ever wanted to know about me, and never thought to ask:
I spent almost a year of my life doing nothing but reading Shakespeare. It was the year I stopped going to high school; I just kind of quit. I probably learned more about life that year than I would have learned sitting in a classroom. I did eventually get myself together and went back to school, more or less. And in the category of just because .... here's a picture of me at 15, the summer of Shakespeare.
The scary part is, I still have that frisbee.
Summer of Shakespeare - is that like the Summer of Love in any way? You haven't changed a bit! Really.
I had an affair with a Dane once - he was nuts - went by the name of Kierkegaard and tried to get me to devote my life to him. I got smart though and quit. I was 23.
Can't you just make both? Or is it a matter now of which one to start first?
Posted by: Cara | 09 February 2005 at 07:27 AM
Ahhh, free-spirited as always.... That's our Cassie.
Posted by: Norma | 09 February 2005 at 07:53 AM
A perfect way to be at 15, although I bet it didn't feel that way at the time! I thought you were going to make this connection...
You have no idea how hard I laughed.
The Danish nattrøje....thinking makes it so!
Oh well.
Posted by: Mary Beth | 09 February 2005 at 08:00 AM
Ah yes Cassie, but do you still have the skirt?
Posted by: Michelene | 09 February 2005 at 09:21 AM
You are so cool. I adore you. I mean it!
Wish I'd done the same exact thing.
Posted by: Beth S. | 09 February 2005 at 10:03 AM
Is the guy behind you naked? Hamlet is my favorite Shakespeare play by far. What is yours?
Posted by: Lauren | 09 February 2005 at 10:35 AM
Ahhh, to be 15 and have the whole summer ahead of you. That was the age I worked up the guts to take the bus/subway into Boston all by myself. But, I did it because I desperately wanted to take a class at MIT and couldn't convince any of my friends to take it with me. Your summer was probably much more interesting.
Posted by: susan | 09 February 2005 at 10:57 AM
That explains it!
PS I took Shakespeare in college and when I had taken all the clases I quit. Nothing is better for studying human nature than ol' Will.
Posted by: Margene | 09 February 2005 at 11:38 AM
Why shouldn't you still have the frisbee? That picture was taken just last summer.
Posted by: Adelaide | 09 February 2005 at 03:09 PM
I love Adelaide's comment (not to mention her name). I did sort of the same thing when a junior in h.s. That spring and summer had lots of Shakespeare at the beach in Chicago. Nice combination, I tell ya.
So did you decide on the wool? Personally I liked the claret better but then again the comments on indoor vs outdoor made sense.
Posted by: Julie | 09 February 2005 at 03:52 PM
Wow! I was such a mess at 15. Mine was the summer of the baby. Not mine, the baby was Lil' sis. But everyone treated me as if they thought she was mine. People can be so mean. I love the picture. Apparently not only do you take wonderful pictures, but you also make a wonderful subject
Posted by: erin | 09 February 2005 at 05:09 PM
Hi Cassie, (fellow NYCite)
i love that photo of you when you were 15.. i remember those days of carefreeness in Central Park might have been passing you as you spun your frisbee.. thanks for giving me such a great read on an almost daily basis! :-) Karola
(also a mom of a daughter but she is only 9 but looks like she is 12 or more already.. scary isn't it.. she's in a size 8 1/2 shoe and is 5 feet tall.. eeek.. :"-) k
Posted by: Karola | 15 February 2005 at 02:20 PM