I had things to say. I had heartfelt rants to rant. I kept trying to talk about froufy dresses and farm parties, but I was getting stuck in the mud and the muck of an aching heart over The State of Things. And then a friend reminded me that putting beauty into the world is its own act of protest and promise. Loving people with different opinions & inviting them all to come together whilst I wear a grown-ass-woman’s fairy princess skirt has it’s own merits.
As an apparel designer I opine that we only have 3 seasons really. Too hot, too cold and just right. Just right is alluring & slippery. And like all things coveted, it lasts for 3 weeks, twice a year. To be honest, floor length slips of silk are actually too dang hot at anything over 79 degrees and like sheets of ice at anything below 63.
So when you have it (and it happens to be your birthday month) – fae out my friends. Wear all that silly silky floaty floor length business. Get twigs and grass in the hems.
It’s a big fat pie slice of heaven here:
I hope you’re well. I hope you’re whole. If you’re not, I hope you’re supported and finding folks who love you, stand by you and up for you and I hope your path gets easier.
& I heard these words from the wounded: look up, look in, and take them time to offer a word and a smile.