Hello Friends! It has been windy here. The sky is throwing us some current and the political arena is too; the winds of change are in the air. So I dress In a mixed up, Mash Up and I won't apologize for it.
Traditional tartan is mixed with a nod to military, and then worn with the girlish abandon of a large chiffon bow, blowing in the wind. And to that I add an fairy tale/ galactic sphere of a bag. In these times, I wear what I feel.
YOU CAN GUESS HOW I FEEL, I IMAGINE, BUT I WON'T SAY.
I DO MANAGE A SMILE HERE. IT IS AN AWKWARD ONE THOUGH.
HAVING SUCCEEDED IN FINDING TWO QUIET PLACES, I DECIDE TO GO TO THE BUS STOP, WHERE THERE IS A SWARM OF PEOPLE, AND I LIKE IT HERE. THIS IS THE CITY THAT IS ABOUT TO CHANGE.
THIS IS MY MIXED UP LOOK FOR A TIME THAT FEELS DECIDEDLY INDISCERNIBLE.
I THOUGHT I HAD BOUGHT A MORE DISCRETE PATTERN OF TIGHTS, AND WISHED THEY WERE MINI FISHNETS; JUST A TAD OF TEXTURE AND NOT ANOTHER PATTERN. OH WELL, WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES, BUT THESE WILL LOOK FINE WITH A QUIETER OUTFIT, HMM. WILL I WEAR SUCH A THING?
MY SPINNY GLOBE OF A BAG, FULL OF LIGHT, THAT CHANGES IN THE WIND. WHY? WELL, WHY NOT. I CAN NOT DROP THE BALL NOW, CAN I?