Curiously attracted to black stiletto booties even though we are in the throughs of spring and the temperature is creeping up the 80’s. These particular choices are a little edgy but with a walkable heel. Sometimes it is best not to ask why we have fashion urges.
It’s not like I have any interest in going on an actual safari although I know that it is currently a very popular vacation. But when I see a safari jacket, khaki shirt or a beige cargo skirt or shorts, I get that little “I love it” jolt. One day I was wearing a J. Crew khaki short sleeved blouse and was met with a loving gibe that I was looking more zoo keeper than safari chic. This hasn’t stopped me from trying to get it right, but I kind of see that point.
Back in 1987, I had a NYC neighbor who claimed to be an Indian Princess. She spoke the Queen’s English and gave out advice of all sorts with a haughty flair. While she was full of shit in some ways, she was often spot on in matters of fashion and design. Her small one bedroom apartment was impeccably decorated in an understatement and sophistication. Dark grey fabric walls were inset with antiqued mirrors. And while I couldn’t be bothered with many of her edicts, her walls spoke to to elegant aspirations of my future.
( Credit: Stephen Cavallo/Mirror Fair Photograph by Jeff Hirsch)
An object from the past evokes many emotions. A Pukeberg, Sweden Glass company, clear chunky ashtray from my childhood reminds me that a very young age I appreciated quality and design. My first piece was given to me by my mother, the second was found by surprise at a thrift shop. Finally, I found the third one on ebay. They may not be valuable to an outside marketplace but they hold a special place in my heart.
I like eating healthy and prefer vegetables to meat. I make cauliflower rice pizzas and vegan cookie recipes to see if I can land on a good one. But there are some things that just need to be left alone and enjoyed the way the food gods intended.
Making pretty zuchinni ribbons with my Spiralizer and putting a marinara sauce on it doesn’t make it pasta.
Which reminds me of a great quote by the wonderful actor Joan Cusack playing the role Cynthia, to Melanie Griffith’s, Tess in the 1988 movie, Working Girl. “Sometimes I sing and dance around the house in my underwear. Doesn’t make me Madonna. Never will.”
Let’s not get carried away.
While I have embraced my grey hairs, tailored my exercise to accommodate permanent limitations, wear eyeglasses/contacts to see, I have not fully accepted that my skin is no longer what it once was. I haven’t yet succumbed to botox, fillers or facial surgery and I am hoping I don’t– but never say never. Currently, I am arming myself with collagen powder taken once a day and using micro-needles to attempt to jump start some much need collagen production. Results remain to be seen…..