Choosing Cheer

No, I don’t mean the detergent. I’m speaking of bliss, elation, the joie de vivre as opposed to the droops, as Camille likes to call them.

My friend Chris will always ask me after I finish lamenting over what seems like a terrible situation, what good came out of it.

“Excuse me?”

“Something Bianchi, whether it be a lesson of some kind or just the experience, there’s something positive there.”

This is I when my tail dives between my legs in miserable protest, though I see his point.

If you don’t search for the good than nothing about the situation is salvageable. It’s a no win across the board. But if you dig for that one nugget all was not lost.

Kind of like mining for gold, or bling in my case.

I’m not saying this way of thinking…Pollyannaism…is easy. It’s not. After spending many years mired in negative mud, those inroads are hard to avoid.

I will say, it does leave you feeling less tragic.

Laughing helps. To look at anything with clown eyes is a good start, like when my new espadrille came off in the middle of Fifth Avenue and 79th Street, and before I could retrieve it, a fruit truck ran over it. Now it looks like artwork some kid made in school. Even Phil the shoemaker giggled when I told him the story.

“You lose your shoe? You not know you have one shoe?”

“Yes Phil, of course I know…I mean knew, but there were cars coming. I couldn’t just go get it. I could have been run over.”

“You right Susannah…better shoe than you.”

I tried to smile hobbling home remembering I hadn’t even paid for them yet.

What good came from this?

I did make Phil laugh who said, maybe if he stuffs newspaper in them for 6 months, they might come around, and he told Vanya, his wife, who also laughed…and then she told Hilda around the corner who asked if she could see it since she heard it was so funny.

I suppose honing the skill of not taking yourself so seriously is what my smashed shoe left in its wake.

That and my unpaid American Express bill.



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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12 Responses to Choosing Cheer

  1. Elle Knowles says:

    My mother used to always say – “You have to laugh to keep from crying.” I seem to do a lot if that lately. So glad you also have that skill! πŸ˜­πŸ˜ƒ


    • I do…like a circus clown. It does help to be lighthearted even if you have to fake it. My shoe is pretty funny and my money’s on Phil. I’ve given him things…shoes, bags…that were in such bad shape and he brought them back to life…like going to Lourdes for accessories.


  2. micklively says:

    I couldn’t help but think of Life of Brian’s “Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life” whilst reading this. It is only one remove from cognitive dissonance by proxy. I’m all in favour of thinking positive, but there’s a limit. “Yes, Mrs Lincoln, but what did you think of the play?” “OK Captain Smith, but I’m guessing your bilges will be better for an extra rinse.” “Now Miss Frank, let’s discuss the publishing and film rights……”


    • OOH MICK…it doesn’t hurt to try…I’m not saying it’s always a success…like my shoe for instance. I’m not sure it will ever be taken off life support. You should see the arch. Looks like the cardboard they put around the gum in baseball cards.


  3. katecrimmins says:

    Let’s see I have a failed marriage that we could turn into something positive….oh yes, I lived through the devastating divorce without killing anyone. That’s a positive thing. So sorry about your shoes. I recently bought a pair of shoes from England. (I should never buy on-line because my feet are weird.) First pair was way too big despite the correct size. I could put a finger in back of my heel. Sent them back for a size smaller and my big toe bumps the front. European women must have shorter chubbier feet than I do. Euro manufacturers never seem to work for me. Anyhow I have a pricey pair of shoes I can’t wear.


  4. My view is that the worse a situation is, the better story it will make later. Great story about the shoe, by the way. πŸ™‚


  5. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, your poor shoe might be an expensive story, but it’s a funny one that will last forever. The fact that the crusher was fruit truck instead of an ordinary car is the punch line.


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