I just watched Amélie for the first time – it is a gorgeous movie. I chortled several times. I cried several times. The range of emotions goes from mischief to near lifelong sadness to philosophical. The score matches the playful tone. The colours are limited to rich greens, reds and pinks, with the rest being muted neutrals. They accent the emotions in each scene perfectly.
I identify really closely with Amélie. Her childhood, her search for whimsy, her joy in the small things, and doing her best to bring joy to others. One of my goals is to help at least one person to smile everyday. I guess the moral of the movie is that it’s okay to let other people help me to smile, too.
I want to fill my life with colour, whimsy, art, and laughter. It’s missing, all of it. Well, maybe not completely, but I certainly do not have near enough. It’s been missing since I moved back to Minnesota. It’s even harder to find since I hurt my foot, but maybe that means I need to try harder to bring it. I think the first order of business is to finish binding my first book, and turn it into a daily journal of small happinesses.
Madam, strike up the bookbinding music!
Au revior, bon après-midi!
A Vague & Menacing Agency 
Whatcha say?