A Marvelous Mess
Let’s talk about…. Bridgette Jones’ Diary, it is a modern day version of Pride and Prejudice.
They even cast Collin Firth as the main man, just like in the BBC version of Pride & Prejudice.
Side note: He makes a great Mr. Darcy!
First off my deepest apologies that Bridgette is so vulgar, those Brits love to use the “bloody …you know what word.” Nevertheless, I must recommend the books, which of course are better than the movies! I took my time reading the last book because I didn’t want it to end. I felt like I was loosing a friend. She was so funny, so real, and so open! I just loved it. The movies were OK, some of the scenes I will never forget.
There is a scene, where Mr. Darcy meets up with Bridgette as she is leaving a party, (the only "singleton" there) and feeling quite down and out. She suggests that he came down to make her feel even more inferior than she already felt, and really didn’t want to hear what he had to say.
Well, quite the contrary. He says, “I like you just the way you are.” She was not expecting this. She smiled and under her breathe repeated what he said, letting it sink in. Again he said, "just the way you are." The scene ends when his dates summons him from the top of the staircase. Later that day she tells all her friends and they are all amazed at this suggestion of “just the way you are.” ( Like, is it impossible to love somebody just the way they are?)
Well, let me share a scene from my life this week.
I had the family over for dinner and at first, everything was going as planned. I had the food, the menu, and the time. I put the roast, potatoes and carrots in the oven and started on the homemade lemon cake and icing. Well about 45 minutes before dinner would be served, things started to get chaotic. The carrots dried out and my two layer round cake split in half. The plates to set the table had chips and my good silverware was not so good anymore. The pressure was beginning to mound and I remembered why I don't have company often. I was feeling frazzled. Just then, my Mister D walked in and asked how things were going and what he could do to help. (Just 3 hours before that he called me from work and I was calm, cool, and collected…now quite the opposite!) I felt like a mess! Emotionally and Culinary-ally (I just made up that word) I was a mess. I told this to my Mister D and this was his reply.
“You’re my marvelous mess”.
My heart melted and I felt just like my good friend Bridgette, knowing that he loves me just they way I am.
As the company arrived and I fumbled with the ice in the pitcher, ice falling to the floor. I turned and looked at my Minlaw and said, “I’m 'his' marvelous mess.” She just looked at me with a huh (?), and he said, “That was suppose to be between the two of us.” However, I was proud of my new term of endearment.
Proud to be A marvelous mess!