Last month, an important theme emerged about ‘being me’. It was a way of saying that I may have been a bit dented and worse for wear, but that I was fundamentally unharmed on the inside. I’ve had time to think about what it means to be me. I love color and often say it is my first language. I’ve been painting again, living with color.
Five years ago I remember worrying that I landed home before I had time to make a celebratory wardrobe. I wore my New York blacks and greys until they began to fall apart, like the tatters of some black moth cocoon. I think i’m hatched now, a proper butterfly. This is how I want to dress, in colors and layers. dressing to please me, and not following some narrow and conforming idea of proper fashion.
life is too short to wear boring clothes
I‘d say you‘re a Gudrun Sjoeden girl in your heart.
Oh, yes!ALso Flax and other lagenlook brands.
I love this! You look fabulous! I too am redoing my essentially blck and grey wardrobe back to the quirky things I used to wear. At 60 I figure I can do whatever I want to!