Oh, pretty! (My only tiny quibble is that a parasol that sheer does nothing to protect you from the sun.)
(Someone tell me again why this is an UN-acceptable mode of dress in today’s world..?)
I think I’m beginning to realize that I enjoy the idea of Neo-victorian wear far more than I actually enjoy wearing it. It looks fantastic, and those who pull it off do so gorgeously!
However, much like make-up [however well-done], I can’t seem to feel comfortable actually wearing it. I like being able to move with ease, and to more blend in to a crowd than stand out from it. I want to be invisible…like a ninja…not noticeable like a gorgeous super-model.
I have always wished that I -did- have the flair and obsession for certain styles that would be so intense it would overcome my deep-seeded invisibility need…but as I get older, I find myself increasingly tired of fighting the things that come so naturally to me.
I am not comfortable wearing make-up. I have several guesses as to why this is, but none of them really matter. The fact is, it simply isn’t something I want to fit in to my morning schedule. There are other things much more interesting to me than make-up that I would rather spend my time doing in the morning. And that’s okay.
Just as it’s okay that I don’t have a closet full of uncomfortable corsets, “skinny” jeans, and other chafing or binding clothing. [These days, I can barely even bring myself to wear a proper upper ladies’ undergarment.]
Why I’m writing this, I don’t know; it’s just something that struck me when I saw the victorian cape I blogged only a few moment’s before I started writing this post.
Perhaps it’s practice for the future. Only the Lord of All knows.