Deconstruction part 2

 The goal of deconstructing myself is to get the essence. What's truly mine? What ideas, what thoughts, what plans, what dresses? Deconstruction can't skip wardrobe. Are all the prints, sequins, frills, etc. "mine"? Selection is the key word here, a path leading to simplicity. The luxury of knowing myself helps a lot to get rid of accidental purchases. No place for  anything else than clothes that feel like my second skin- comfortable and accenting who I am.

Deconstruction

 Oh, everything should be freaking constructive nowadays, even criticism.  Not a single moment should be spent absentmindedly. Our trendiest goal is to be mindful, always focused, in a constant state of meditation, nirvana and zen. 

 Hell no! I'm in a state of deconstruction and believe me, there's a lot to deconstruct! Ways of thinking, beliefs, things I know or thought I know, things I can or thought I can. Brick after brick, during restless but purifying process, deconstruction will provide foundations for something new.

Lonely industry

 Fashion is a lonely business. Take a look through Vogue or Harper's Bazaar, Glamour, Elle, whatever. Plenty of single girls there! Like there's place only for one person on the page and this person is you, you, you, you. Fashion is one huge mirror which reflects...you. Quite grotesque reflection... in some weird unnatural poses, with grimace that doesn't say anything about you, in clothes that you wouldn't actually wear on the street.

Happy PINK Year!

  Those who check my FB fanpage knew earlier that yesterday I was celebrating beginning of a New Agenda Year. My little personal tradition is to create agenda: to put dates, numbers, divide pages, decorate pages separating months, leave enough space for notes, etc. Usually my agenda year starts and ends different than the regular calendar year. This time one of my New Years begun together with June and its leitmotif is La vie en rose. What does it mean? Well, La vie en rose year is about all those little pleasures:

-fresh flowers on the table 

-celebrating thick fashion magazines

-baking muffins and sweet tarts

-enjoying every single dose of caffeine

-spending time on picnics, lazy moments on a balcony, playing board games

-reading books, watching movies, listening to music (all preferably French)

-learning French (Will I finally find the motivation? :D)     

 Of course I can do all that without creating whole philosophy, but isn't in nicer with  one? ;)

Lady & Tramp

 Soup is ready, chicken in the oven, small cleaning up done and dishes washed. Despite of all the fashion talk I'm doing here, I don't look all the time like from a journal ;) In every lady there's something from a tramp, and in every tramp-girl there's something from the lady. 

  It constantly surprises and amazes me how many great, beautiful, funny, inspiring ideas for fashion I see everyday in the streets. Nothing better to do, just take walk through main boulevards of the  city and glance (don't stare!) at manifestations of fashion-independence. And be one yourself, and let others glance. Let them have a moment of amazement, why not? ;)

Muscle aid

 It happened today, while I was washing the dishes, right after I made a salad to take it with me to work tomorrow, while looking nervously on the screen of my laptop, to find orange skype icon blinking at me. In the middle of planning and stressing out about things to do, I realized that my position is highly uncomfortable, my muscles tensed even if they don't need to, my thoughts running wild and finding upsetting things in good things. This time it's not Sparta, this time it's madness, my own private madness.

 I'd risk a thesis, that we're loosing our conscious easily, that we're loosing it constantly, day by day. I lost awareness of my body, and instead of feeling natural in it, I was tying my muscles and bones into some weird knots. It takes hours, days and weeks to make your muscles ache from tension but it took me few seconds to release all the pressure accumulated in them just by realizing that they're tensed and relaxing them consciously. Being aware of ourselves is a real blessing!

May Issue

  Do you have your favorite issue of a magazines? Mine are January, May and September. I don't know why, but I always enjoy them the most, expect them the most and it doesn't even matter is it fashion magazine or whatever magazine, those issues must be made for me! Maybe it's something in the air, or maybe it's some magic in those months?

January is magical with the possibilities of new beginning. Anything could happen! New career, new adventures, new love and friends, new You, new resolutions and new hopes. 

 May, sweet May. For me May=Birthday :) And Spring in its full bloom with colors, spring dresses, flowers everywhere, people smiling everywhere and again new hopes: if winter is over, we can be better selves too.

 September represents innocent, sunny Autumn. The Autumn that makes you want to go for a walk and admire gold leaves, drink delicious coffee with friends, recall your school days and summer memories, show off with holiday's suntan and bake apple pies. 

 Ahhh... We're in the middle of May and suddenly I miss Autumn! (and September issue, while the May ones are already read...)