Small Dream Saturday

Small Dream Saturday: entry 13

Good morning, Strangers.

Velma Dinkley: Chocolate Ice Cream at Night

When I was a child, I watched Scooby Doo obsessively. Didn’t matter the series or story, show or movie, it was guaranteed the tv was mine from 7:00 to 7:30 every single night. It was family ordained. I’d stand there eating a hotdog at the border between the kitchen and living room.

Scooby Doo was the seed that grew the desires to have a van and go on road-trips. It led me to consider becoming a private detective, and inspired my addiction to mysteries and fantasy alike. It was the first thing that made me feel clever and sparked an interest in cryptozoology.

I have three small dreams for this morning. They get smaller as they go along.

1. I would like to write a Scooby Doo television series. Scooby Doo is a franchise that acts like a comic book world. There are alternate universes with different sets of lore, different kinds of stories, different art styles, tones, and even character development. I think it’s likely that in twenty years, we’ll still be making Scooby Doo shows. And I’d like to write one.

2. A smaller dream, but still large, is that I would like to have insulated sheds on my very wild, natural property. These sheds would hold animation/digital art tech, so that I could make short videos, but also much longer and more detailed comic books and graphic novels that I would then self-publish. (Or maybe publish traditionally! Who knows?) They would be cool and dark, and they’d be an escape from their more primitive surroundings.

3. This is the littlest dream, and it’s the one that will prepare me for dreams 1 and 2. I’m going to write as much fan fiction as possible. I should have started when I was twelve like all the other writers, but I just wasn’t ready. So now, I’m going to be indulgent. I’m going to learn by doing, and even if it’s all hot garbage, I am going to have fun and grow as a person as I write incomprehensible cross overs, multiple-plot line series’s, and just fun, ridiculous one off stories. It’s going to be magnificent, and I know that because I’ve already started. My motto is quantity over quality. For that is the way to improve.

That’s all for now! Happy Saturday, my dears, and happy writing! All love,

—Mabel

cottagecore

Core: How Aesthetic Movements Can Foster Intergenerational Communities

Hello, Strangers.

Dark Academia, Light Academia, Cottagecore, Goblincore, Fairycore, Grandmacore. If I haven’t already mentioned it on this blog, I often daydream about being an old woman. I dream with all the naivety of a person who doesn’t struggle against chronic back pain of a day when I stand stirring a pot of soup and ignoring the whistle of a kettle of tea. The lights in my windows always lit, the door always open to strangers, the protection of God keeping me safe against all reasonable odds until death…

But Grandmacore is about sweaters. It’s about old-timey goods, wool, and brightly colored yarn, knitting, crocheting, baking, and nosiness (I assume). Now it’s true that you can search most of those things online and either buy them or teach yourself what you need to know within a few days. But we’re missing out on one of the greatest resources of our lifetime; the elderly. Think about it! No one else has our elderly.

In America and across Europe, programs are springing up within colleges and communities which seek to connect the young people of society with the old. Community service requirements during high school are often fulfilled through work with senior’s centers. There are numerous studies which suggest that relationships between generations have mutual benefits. Nevertheless, it can be difficult to connect with new people, especially those who seem to have nothing in common with us.

But behind our newfangled obsession with aesthetics lies the secret to success. Think about it. Who knows more about black tea and finding quality tweeds than the elderly gentleman reading in the library corner? Do you like yarn crafts but don’t know where to start? Find a yarn shop in your area, and they’re sure to have a knitting group filled with women 60+. Do you have an interest in strange rocks, plants, and foraging? Cheryl’s granddaughter still has her collection, you can drop by. Conversations and projects abound. As mentioned, senior homes, hospitals, social groups aimed at (but not exclusive to) older people, church groups, and more, offer wonderful opportunities to ask questions that very soon, we may just have to learn for ourselves.

No one should be alone. In the coming years, I hope the next generations can create meaningful, interesting, wacky relationships with those who came before us, based on everything from faith and farming to treasure hunting and secret code. And sweaters. I’m coming for you, Grandmacore.

Tell me in the comments what kind of aesthetic you like, and the hobbies you’re interested in.

–Mabel