Painterly prints and compelling fashion can help for just a small bit , to take one’s mind off of a toxic political mindset, that eats at the layers of society and decorum. What can one do to make a difference? I practice kindness, everyday, and keep my fingers crossed. How terribly sad and depressing to see the news today of pipe bombs, devices meant to explode , and equally explosive fear.
Yesterday was a warm day with a gentle breeze. I wore a skirt, made by a West Coast designer known for her rich fabrications. and bought for the price of a salad, at Encore on Madison Avenue. I did not need a jacket of any kind. No layering necessary, other that a rich slather of good SPF.
I am not smiling below. I have a sense of things to come perhaps.
The Hermés Kelly is a gift from my twin when I was diagnosed with my autoimmune disease. Her generosity knows no bounds. She also bought me the belt which I have taken to wearing with another belt. Two belts are better than one, right? Below a close up of the silk taffeta with the rich combination of mustard, sea turquoise and royal purple.
In the late afternoon I went up to my terrace to see the sky as it faded to night. Oddly, the colors are similar to the pattern in the skirt.
It was a splendid day, followed today by a nightmarish one. Today, I am wearing all black. You have never seen me wearing all black, and I seldom wear anything monochromatic. But today the color is just sucked out of me. No painterly prints and rows of gold hearts. A black sweater, black track pants,
black sneakers. Blue mood.
Instead of doing a fun shopping edit of painterly prints for Autumn, I will close this with some writing.
Poetry and prose are good creative expressions for me, as well as writing this blog.
A fragment from a longer poem written year ago.
More than a silhouette
Both stooped and tall
I hold life like a china teacup
Ever fragile and
Time in shards, as it breaks before me
I feel life and strife
In whispers, and
I stand stock-still.
I consider movement
And I walk
So dear readers, what can I possibly say. How do you respond to such crises?
—— XOXO, Elle ——