Sunday Chronicles

Does loving fashion mean you’re dumb?

If you know me for five minutes you catch onto a few things- I love fashion, especially shoes, and I’m not ashamed of that fact.  Is this the only defining feature I have? Heavens no! Although, to be fair, it is an obvious one. To me this quality is one that goes with being tall and blonde– it’s who I am, I give no thought to it.

So imagine my surprise a few years ago at a dinner party I threw, with a delicious champagne risotto I’m still proud of, that a friend of mine turned to me and said, “I’m surprised you’re a good cook, I mean you like fashion”. Really? Liking one thing automatically prevents you from having another skill set?

Know me for ten or fifteen minutes you pick up on other things- I love sports (don’t call me when my teams are playing), I’m an insatiable reader, I love true crime, cooking, am religious about my workouts, and have a weird obsession with art theft.   Do any of these qualities ultimately define me? I think not–aren’t we all really complex, layered creatures? One quality cannot define a person–and if we have to make a fashion tie in, if I was one dimensional could I love both high end shoes and sweat pants? Probably not. And I do.

But let’s examine the real issue– if we can agree everyone can have more than one interest, does liking fashion make you dumb? Is fashion dumb? I, clearly, am going to say no. Argue what you like–clothes have power. Putting on a certain outfit, a certain pair of shoes–you move a certain way, you feel a certain way, it affects you. That isn’t dumb– that’s power. Also, look a Zac Posen dress, look at the draping, tell me that’s not art– not a superior craft. I will argue for days that shoes that are well made are easier to walk in, no matter how high the heel.  If there is that much skill and power in what you put on your body, how can it be dumb? How can an interest in that be dumb?

So, somewhat proudly, I tell you — no fashion doesn’t make you dumb. If anyone tells you other wise look them in the eyes and dare them to prove it to you.

Happy Sunday!

xo RA

Sunday Chronicles: Permission to Relax

Loves! If you follow me on Instagam, you know that I’ve been sick this week. I felt it coming on Tuesday, and I was completely down Wednesday and Thursday (and most of Friday). Loves, I am not a good patient. I have plans and to do lists, much like you. I had a way I thought this week would go, and things I thought I would accomplish. Clearly, life had other plans. I’m better, but I’m not 100%. I’m up and doing things, but that tires me and I’m finding I have to let myself rest. I still have emails and goals to accomplish, I have some busy weeks coming up; but I’m finding I am having to let myself relax, let myself rest. I found this old Sunday Chronicle and it really hit home. This week I have so much goodness to share with you, and am working hard on improvements on the newsletter, our posts, and planning for trips. I’m so excited about what’s coming, but today I’m letting myself relax. I’m not going to beat myself up for not getting the list done, for not being ahead. This is worth a reread:

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Internet friends! It’s been a week, hasn’t it? Or it has for me-there’s been bad news, long days, and roller coaster emotions. There’s been work done, work left undone, and work half done. A week full of amazing highs and low.  And you know what? I’m tired. Really tired. Usually, even when I’m tired, I can muster the energy to plow through – get my to-do list done, feel accomplished. But sometimes? I need a rest. I need it to be okay that the long list with to-do on top isn’t completely marked off, that the kitchen floor isn’t mopped or there are a few emails I could still send. Relaxation can be hard- there is always something to do; it can feel as if we’re measured by what we can get done in a day. There are days when that works. But there are days when it doesn’t. There are days when you need rest- because without a “down day” there can be no days where we rush from task to task. So today I’m giving myself permission -and you as well- to a day off. A day with late breakfasts, good books, and maybe a nap. The kind of day full of nothing that fills you up- because sometimes a day like that is good for you. And because sometimes, we deserve what we need.

 

Wishing you you a week of rest, productivity, and amazing shoes! Xo RA