Yes, I love my flowy, boho, ruffles, with crochet, and fringe. We all know that far, far too well.
Okay, okay, I’ll admit it, Fall is pretty. The colors and the textures are wonderful. But you’re still not gonna get me to like it. I don’t like the dropping temperatures, or the fact that I know Winter is a blink away.
You can tie me down, and force feed me all the pumpkin chai teas, pumpkin pies, muffins, and ciders you can manage *and seriously I encourage you to do so* but that’s still not gonna change my mind. I’m a summer girl. Give me hot winds, blazing suns, and fluttering kimonos any time.
But I’m trying to find the positive in things these days, so….hand over that pumpkin chai already.
I don’t match things. I don’t think about does this match per se. I think does this ‘go.’ There’s a difference I think. Matching means the same – it means they are the same. When I put clothes on I don’t think about whether they are the same and therefore matching, I think about do they go together.
Do they bring something out in the other? Do they create a contrast, a balance, or even spark your interest in the way the patterns, textures, or colors play off of each other? Mostly, I ask myself do they feel right together?
This is all subconscious – mostly. For instance, I didn’t realize these two pieces even had differing patterns. They just felt right together.
…when did chasing me around the house to squeeze my boob become the best game ever? To a toddler? Seriously. And when is it going to stop? Just wondering, ’cause you know, I’m lodging a complaint with human resources otherwise.
Even a cozy tribal, aztec cardigan *which my daughter likes to cuddle in* wasn’t enough when I came home. She had been having fun all day, and when mommy came home she was having none of it. She came up, and instead of the usual hug, I got a firm shove out the front door.
That did not feel good.
And then the following day she did not want me to leave. Ugh, kid, can you make up your mind? It’s really tough when you play roly poly with my emotions like this.
She’s lucky she’s cute.
And that I have a steady supply of wine and chocolate.
Our city is going crazy. Our current mayor *Rob Ford – google him…no seriously, do it. You’ll see what I mean* is making Toronto a laughing stock. Seriously, I don’t know how he’s still in office.
On these jaded and cynical days, I end up reaching for soft, loose, and chunky things. Perhaps I’m unconsciously trying to create a protective barrier between myself and those things that have me feeling like our world is going down the crapper.
Perhaps, it’s not so unconscious.
This tank from Love Nail Tree also fits. The design is a commentary on the American dream – the perversion and decay of it more accurately. So perhaps, while I reach for a protective barrier, I also can not quiet the instinct in me to not go quietly into that gentle night, if only through the use of a wise graphic tee.