When imperfection knocks at my door,
I let her in
copyright Gillian Holland 2014
Did I ever look like that?
Well....I admit to having a baker boy hat and some very bright floral orange flares. How trendy is that? Back in the 60's I was much more interested in fashion than anything else. I do admit to being a 'dedicated follower of fashion' not in a big, big way, but big enough to cause me a few heart-aches. I had long wavy hair that couldn't be coaxed into straight like Sandie Shaw's.
But, like the rest of my generation, I spent an age in front of the mirror trying to create the right look. I guess the difference between then and now is that as the younger generation we were all looking for an identity that set us apart from our olds.
These days, however I see things from the other side of the coat hanger, and am trying to deflect the rigid labels our youngsters conjure up for us, and so I shall defiantly 'wear purple' as poet Jenny Joseph says.
So what if my purple coat doesn't go with my bright red shoes and tartan nail polish! And just who says they don't anyway???
Doing something different is the stuff of life. It's really nourishing to the Soul. Trying to achieve great heights is exhausting. So today, when imperfection comes to call, I shall throw the door wide open, go out to play with her, and have a blast. Playing around with ideas that lead to inspirations is a totally different and much more life enhancing vibe.Fancy joining me?