Great balls of
sunshine, grapefruit, and rainbow salad
The Freakish Yellow Skirt has landed on
Anne M. Bray of
for an "Indian jingle jangle" of salubrious
See Anne's mesmerizing skirt contortions
With floral sprays and sunny shawl
G o ! G O N O W !!!
Thank you, Anne for your brilliant styling!
And other news: VISIBLE MONDAY, Feeling Like Fungus
It was an outfit of nothing. Nothing.
Oversized jeans, top, maxi cardigan, stretch boots, no makeup whatsoever. Fungus does not wear lipstick. I was stripped bare, plain, root runners sprouting from my soles trying to take hold in the soggy earth in an attempt at reabsorption.
Sometimes I just want to disappear into the air, be invisible, even though I do believe that a day not dressing up is a day wasted, Vix's mantra. But this WAS my dressing up, okay, perhaps sideways. I was just melancholy. But then yesterday, as I left my building, this happened...
I encountered three Beautiful People, two men and one woman (expensive or genetically-gifted teeth, early 30s, clean, dressed well), hovering outside the door. As I swept past one of the men called out: "Do you mind if I tell you something?" I stopped and turned. He said, "You're so beautiful." They all nodded awe-fully in agreement. "I love your hair. It's the hair." "No, it's everything." "No, it's just something." "Someone should sculpt you." I thought, oh, fungus becomes me. Clearly they were in a good mood. Quite a good mood. Oh, and to be fair did I mention that they also said, "We're so drunk!" "Yes, we are!" "Oh, yes!"[laughter] And they were, despite it being only 11 a.m. Just the same, I walked to the coffee shop with a smile on my face.
The lesson here? You'll probably get compliments if you head to the nearest hardcore bar no matter what you're wearing.
Seriously, this was a case of being reminded that invisible and visible are tricky things. Timing, weather, emotional place, a butterfly fluttering its wings in Thailand... Classic chaos theory. Were there angels dancing beacon-like on my head or were the drunkards some kind of twisted angels themselves? Does it matter?
I still felt fungal at the coffee shop, and that's what I liked, cocooned in my journal-writing and comforted by the patter of rain outside.
This one's for Patti over at Visible Monday, Not Dead Yet Style, my version of invisibly visible. Thanks for the party but please make sure I don't get too rooted in the garden.
PS. A wee haircut, no recolouring but the platinum in the front is blending with my natural hair. It's magic to be sure.