“Day after day…” are the first words to a song by The Violent Femmes, a punk rock group from Washington, D.C. who enjoyed some level of success on the radio in the 1980’s. Punk rock is, I’m sure you’ll agree, not the most elegant and agreeable music on earth. So why would “Add It Up” pop into my head this morning? I sat down over a plate of Scrambled Eggs James Bond, Alaskan smoked salmon, a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice and my French pressed coffee to puzzle out why I was feeling less than elegant lately.
Now it helps that I can do this at the Manse at 9 am, because I work from home. However, if I’d had my wits about me, I would have opted for breakfast at a local luxury hotel, perhaps. Especially since the country club is quite a hike and very sporty.
(This is Brooks Club, London.)
I’ve always maintained that elegance needn’t involve large inheritances. To some degree that is true. It may require a certain independence, however. The freedom to set your own schedule is helpful. And the ability to buy a few fine clothes (remember that Brummel’s wardrobe was very conservative and never really varied.)
The ability to control one’s emotions is helpful. But not so much that you wouldn’t want to spread warmth and happiness with your presence.
Children are a bit of a sticking point as they can be irrational little things. On second thought, perhaps it is staff that is the sticking point. When mundane things are done for you, you have more time to concentrate on the finer things that life has to offer. If Nanny is readying the children for school in the morning, you have a moment to make yourself presentable.
But what if you can’t afford help? Or the time to have a leisurely breakfast?
Ah-ha! There’s the rub.
Breakfast finished, I began to reflect on what things had changed over the last several weeks. Thanks to illnesses, we have had to trade off household duties. Because I haven’t been working out, I pushed too hard two days ago and pulled a muscle or two, which has me off the weights and running for the remainder of the week. We’ve been entertaining and being entertained an awful lot lately; more than usual and not with the usual suspects. Both Mrs. E. and I are swamped with deadlines and work frustrations. In an effort to civilise the little house apes, we have been eating at the table. Which, for Mrs. E. and me means about two hours earlier than usual, and that means less time to prepare. Somehow, we are going to bed later, but reading more. I’ve just remembered to tune the radio to the classical station on NPR for the first time in weeks. I’ve worked in silence, it seems.
I’m getting the picture more clearly now. I’m off my routine in almost every way imaginable.
For those of us of more limited means, routine is the key to a more elegant existence. It is a way to inject some calm into the daily pressures of modern life. And today being Wednesday, I will wash and change the bed linens. I always have on Wednesdays. Pick up the miscellany that has accumulated over the last few days in preparation for the maid tomorrow (nature, Barrymore the dog and I abhor a vacuüm.) Early in the afternoon I will shop for some groceries and later, read a few favourite blogs before preparing the table and cooking dinner. Because, whilst I am not as emotionally stunted as Hugh Grant in “About a Boy”, I do like to divide the day into packets of time. It helps to realise that a few moments can be stolen. And elegance may live in those stolen moments.
9 thoughts on “Day After Day: The Importance of Routine”
Excellent post- and so true. Elegance can live in stolen moments. Now that I have a (7 month old!) baby my life and routine has drastically changed. I’m trying to figure out how to restore the elegance that once was my life not only for me but for my baby girl- I want her to observe me at my best!
By the way your post was a great hit- there were almost 450 hits on it in one day. Thanks again- we should work together again soon!
Hello DC, congratulations! During Baby Boot Camp, steal sleep. That will help with everything! (What would La Famille, do?)
Glad to hear that the post was a hit. I’ll be happy to work with you anytime.
I agree with point about getting the kids to eat together with parents at the table. I think it’s universal that they moan about it. Yes it does affect the timing.
For me, routine becomes disjointed when it’s the school holidays, and I am the only one getting up for work. it always seems grossly unfair to me.
As for fitting elegance into the day, I find myself more often laying out the next day’s ensemble as this stops me dwelling on it when I should be trying to get to sleep.
Love the posts, Good health.
Great piece of writing.
My elegant father, the full bird Colonel, made dinner at the table so much fun for the 4 children. He’d randomly select one of us to stand on our chair, assume a confident air, and speak extemporaneously for one minute on the subject of his choice, like tires, clouds, or waterhoses. We were to project our voices, and say whatever came to mind, making it sound interesting. To this day, none of us is afraid to speak in public.
An interesting take on “real life” elegance. I agree that routine and delegating can allow you to focus and achieve a lot instead of waiting for life to come to you.
One small correction though, the Violent Femmes hail from Milwaukee, WI. I was and still am a big fan of them having danced many a night in college to Blister in the Sun.
What is “Scrambled Eggs James Bond” please? I’ve never heard of it!
Hello Sybarite, please head for my post on the same: http://easyandelegantlife.com/2007/10/05/007s-eggs-unscrambled/
Hello Mrs. B.! Many thanks.
Wisco, oops! They were always on the scene in D.C., must have been the old 9:30 club that drew them. I seem to recall a free concert on the steps of a monument? Or the Capitol? Perhaps my memory betrays.
DD, I will try the same as soon as they are more comprehensible.
DP, thank you.
Shane, I’m the guy who gets up during vacations to let Mrs. E. sleep in more. Since she has to scramble out to the office. But we trade mornings every weekend.