A few days ago I was at an event and someone asked me if I had a burning for fashion. I thought about this and the answer is no. I don't have a burning for fashion. I don't "die" for fashion. I am not star struck over designers or obsess over garments. I most definitely don't want to talk about it - but that is probably expected considering my job involves writing about it and explaining to my clients why this dress is chic modernity and why that dress is dated. I already have my outlet for fashionable conversation, I can't crave anymore.
No, fashion is not a burning fervor for me. I would say it is more of a consistent warmth. I always notice beautiful looks and stylish characters. I can't resist owning and wearing unique or striking clothing. And, I will never tire of browsing a chic fashion editorial. In fact, since I was nine or so I have torn out beautiful photographs from fashion magazines and cannot fathom a day when I won't. (May I always be blessed with enough storage space to house these stylish images.)
I would not consider that burning. What I burn for is life. More specifically, leading an educated, joyful and interesting life. To do that you must be a remarkable, positive and knowledge-seeking person. There is so much one needs to do to become that person. Reading, talking, helping, watching, shoveling, laughing, breaking, meeting, forgiving, swimming, fighting, traveling, loving, skipping, teaching...
Although, come to think of it, while becoming this person I burn to be, I find dressing the part is lovely assistance. How could you possible be uninteresting or partake in a dreary ignorant life when you are wearing a soul inspiring get-up? Fabulous fashion is the uniform for a fabulous life. I'll remember that the next time someone asks me if I have a burning for fashion.
Nice work girl! One of my favorites.
Posted by: morgan | July 26, 2010 at 03:58 PM