A yoga instructor-turned friend once told me that she and some of her fellow yogis had long ago decided to change the name of February to Fancy. They reasoned that it was one of the only (if not THE only) words in the English language that was a verb (I fancy that handbag!), a noun (I took a fancy to that handbag) an adjective (that handbag is FANCY!) and a proper noun (a genre of art). Since I've long held to the Tom Robbins version of February I wasn't sure I could start to think of it as Fancy. Here's what Tom Robbins had to say about February in his book Jitterbug Perfume:
"They say that February
is the shortest month, but you know, they could be wrong.
"Compared, calender page against calender page, it looks to be the shortest month,
all right. Spread between January and March, like lard on bread, it fails to
reach the crust on either side. In its galoshes - and you'll never see February
in stocking feet - it's a full head shorter than December, although in leap years,
when it has growth spurts, it comes up to April's nose.
"However more abbreviated than its cousins it may look, February feels longer
than any of them. It is the meanest moon of winter, all the more cruel because
it will masquerade as spring, occasionally for hours at a time, only to rip
off its mask with a sadistic laugh and spit icicles into every gullible face,
behavior that grows quickly old.
"February is pitiless, and it is boring. That parade of red numerals on its page
add up to zero: birthdays of politicians, a holiday reserved for rodents, what
kind of celebrations are those? The only bubble in the flat champagne of of
February is Valentine's Day. It was no accident that our ancestors pinned Valentine's
day on February's shirt: he or she lucky enough to have a lover in frigid, antsy
February has cause for celebration, indeed." (1984)
I'm pretty certain that Mr. Robbins' sentiment resonates with a great many people I know, so I'm going to propose that we all take advantage of the power of language and start thinking about February as Fancy. In my mind, anything that is truly fancy can't be bad--fancy dinners, fancy parties, fancy shoes, fancy clothing, fancy jewelry--all of it is perfectly acceptable and desirable in my world, so bring on the month of Fancy! As far as that little punk, Punxsutawney Phil, seeing his shadow this morning and predicting another six weeks of winter, I'm going to turn towards that resource of sage wisdom, someecards.com to help sooth my weary soul. Now can somebody please order me a cheeseburger??