The restrictions, requirements and constant doom and gloom news we have had to face were not for the faint of heart. From somewhere in our depths, we have had to muster up the courage just to get out of bed some days. Not the best environment for feeling inspired but....
Along comes a free and creative spirit who marches to the beat of her own drum. This is a woman I am proud to call my friend....a tree hugger and angel on earth. I cannot count how many times she has bestowed random acts of kindness on myself and others, all the while staying true to who she is.
Yesterday, as we have done many times, we met to go for a walk and talk. These walks have helped to keep me grounded during the last 18 months because it was truly comforting to have someone to chat with and vent to about everything and anything.
I caught a glimpse of my friend walking down the street towards my house. The silhouette of her outfit intrigued me....what was she wearing, I wondered? I could see that there was something flouncy going on in the bottom part of her outfit and as she got closer, I could discern the fitted blazer and two tone combat boots worn with a delightful full tulle skirt....all in shades of black. With her flippy curled short hair and a pretty smile on her face, I asked if I was underdressed and was she going somewhere?
She replied "No, not going anywhere but I think that I am overdressed...or at least that's why I've been told".
The two of us began our walk, me in my long ruffled denim house skirt and black linen duster coat and her in her magical full skirted, fitted waist outfit. Our chat was engaging, as usual but something occurred to me....she wasn't going to let the harshness of the world put a damper on her joy any longer. Part of that joy for both of us is found in wearing clothing that we love, feel good in and that speaks of who we are.
Thanks, Bella, for stirring up my love of all beautiful things in this world...including clothing.
♥
