I have a love/hate relationship with New Year's Eve. In New England the weather is almost always seasonably frigid and it just seems cozier to stay tucked indoors. But tradition calls for a convivial and festive party like our "cover girl" is enjoying. In her hands is a statuette of Father Time carrying a scythe which implies the death of the old year.
It's actually this passage of time which keeps me betwixt and between staying in or going out on the year's last night. Whether New Year's is a clich� or a holiday steeped in the mystical, I think everyone should have the chance to "do" New Year's Eve, at least a few times, with a big glamorous and raucous party. There's nothing more fun than bewitching finery and a boisterous crowd to send your cares a-packing until after midnight's countdown. But the draw to stay close to the hearth has been far more compelling these last few years. I often have many new gifted books to read, plenty of left-overs, and not to mention - the weather outside is so frightful.
Mom says "New Year's Eve is for amateurs." But I think she is talking about those who party too much or those who party infrequently and thus, overdo it on this one night. I think Mom is at an age and stage where she can do whatever she pleases and these days, she's happy to watch the revelers on her television set rather than have a drink with them.
For me this year, I think I will follow Jane Austen's logic, a women who also knew a thing or two about joyous partying: "Ah! For real comfort, there is nothing like staying at home". Ah! indeed.
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This concludes my Twelve Days of a Feminine Christmas and although it was not on the true calendar, I hope you enjoyed it.
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