As a kid, I once walked into a room where my dad was using a soup can to hammer a nail into a wall so that he could hang a picture. When I foolishly asked him why, he said “You know Francie, some people in life ask why. But I prefer to say ‘why not.’”
I knew that he had not set out to make the hanging of this picture a pivotal character-building moment in my life. He just couldn’t find the hammer.
Nonetheless, it is a philosophy I have tried to incorporate into my daily life as much as possible since that day.
Make an entire loaf of Wonder Bread into cinnamon toast one piece at a time?
And then eat it.
Why not?!
(It was the late 90’s, everyone was doing it. Plus, it was during a Weekend at Bernie’s slash Overboard marathon with my sister. He without sin may cast the first stone…)
Make a pie crust even though you have nothing to put inside of it, and then eat aforementioned empty pie crust because my sweet tooth is THAT bad?
Why not?!
The crust is always the best part anyway. Three cheers for having only the best part of anything, ever! I'm all over that.
Wear the crazy swingy gaucho pants that swept the nation like baby fish mouth that one summer, even though they were clearly designed only for all-legs model types, and actual real-life gauchos?
Why not?!
I can’t lie, there’s actually a lot of why nots for this one. But, hey! At least we all looked weird together.
When my dad came for a visit recently, he had a few things on his “To Do” list. Catalina Island . Solvang. The Biltmore Hotel where he worked when he lived in Los Angles 35 years ago.
And to hit a food truck.
