be fabulous

I believe that everything good will come to you if you just believe.

If you believe that you are a child of God or at least that you are no worse than the lilies of the field, then why shouldn't everything you need come to you and why shouldn't you allow yourself to be fabulous.

I saw a facebook post from a professional vocalist I know and love in Minneapolis yesterday.

She was writing a long post about what people should do to have a good life.

One of her things was something like.....know the difference between needs and wants. You do not need those $150 new shoes.

Haha. I think that's probably true.

But since I'm into fashion right now, what's the matter with wanting the $150 new shoes?

A paradox of humanity, and this is only one of many, is that we can figure out how to make all kinds of cool stuff to adorn ourselves.

We are constantly making all kinds of nifty new stuff to wear to catch each others' eyes.

And most of us are appreciators of all the nifty stuff our fellow humans are making.

Some of us think you're a sucker if you fall prey to wanting all the crap you're being sold.

But it's our fellow humans making this stuff and some of it is gorgeous and useful and really really neat.

I can't say that we're meant to live austere lives when we know how to embroider and weave and design and sew such groovy stuff.

The Native Americans as well as most other indigenous peoples adorned themselves with beautiful suedes and feathers, furs and beads.

I love to look at Native American clothing displays and see the tiny hand done stitches.

Incredible. Everything they made was one hundred percent biodegradable, part of their Earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

If you had the time you could sew yourself all kinds of gorgeous stuff to put on and ride around the countryside on your horse looking like a bad ass super boss.

Steven Tyler takes this approach I think.

My children and I saw him come into a restaurant just off The Park in Manhattan once.

He walked in to get himself and some friends a table.

He was speaking with the maitre d'.

Mister Tyler had feathers tied into his long hair that evening. He had a silk scarf flung loosely about his neck. He had rings on his fingers, and for all we knew, bells on his toes.

A lesser man wearing the same things might have looked ridiculous...or insane.

But in the case of Mister Tyler, he looked wonderful.

One of my daughters remarked that he looked like the most interesting and important person in the whole room right then, and I agreed.

If you adorn yourself out of joy and a keen sense of self, you can't go wrong.

No you probably don't need those $150 shoes, but you do need shoes, and if you can afford them, why not give yourself the shoes you really want?

Why not?

The picture below is lifted from The Sartorialist, Scott Schuman's wonderful contribution to our society.

This was Willy van Rooy and her little son Alejandro in 1970.

Willy is effortless and beautiful in clothes that are fashion and not fashion, clean but not perfectly pressed, well designed and well executed but certainly not fancy. She looks eccentric maybe but not crazy.

My oldest daughter sent me this photo a few days ago to say that she knew what I was getting at when I was describing my new ideas for how to dress this Fall hanging out in Minneapolis being the Prairie Goddess, staying home at Rob's house writing books and songs and poems and stories, drawing pictures, gardening, going to other peoples' performances and events...and plotting my next moves on the world stage.

 

Comments

Courtney September 05, 2018 @12:08 pm
Thank you to Willy, who read and commented on the Instagram link to this post today. And thanks to Blake who brings the philosophical question to the forefront with his Donna Tart reference. I am grateful and I love what we all do together and apart. Love to all.
Blake D. September 05, 2018 @09:43 am
“Caring too much for an object can destroy you. Only–if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, right? And isn’t that the whole point of things–beautiful things–they connect you to some larger beauty.” – Donna Tart, "The Goldfinch" As long and meandering as Tart's book is, this is the entire book in three sentences. I can imagine the draw of the monastic life of a Buddhist monk stripped of all possessions. How freeing would that be?! And I think the Buddhist philosophy of inner happiness and joy is correct. But I can (and do) appreciate the beauty in things as well. Paradoxes abound...
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