If you are a reader, you know of my secret love for wildly colorful hair. In my secret fashion places, l love bohemian clothing. The wrinklier (bohemian speak for more wrinkled) it is, the better I like it. Natural fibers dyed in hues that look like they came right out of the earth, they sing a song to my heart. Any added lace or velvet trimming, antique buttons or brooches, just makes me breathless.
I also suspect that if I ever lived out my secret desires I might look like a bizarre cross of Isadora Duncan and Bozo the Clown. So I keep my secret yearnings secret. That is, unless you look at my Pinterest boards. Then you know all about my craziness.
Pinterest is like looking at a beautiful magazine with no annoying advertising or messy cards falling all over the floor. Actually, it is better.
The “pinners” are all showing the crazy things they love, not what the fashion industry wants us to love.
I find all sorts of spots that feed my crazy soul. Today it was the bohemian clothing. The dresses are beautiful, layered to perfection, just the right amount of wrinkle. I only see one teeny tiny issue, the size -2 model looks fat.
I know there is no fat on her hips, waist or rear end. She is skinny (yep, I hate her), but she looks like she has birthing hips that could handle a 20 pounder. If she looks like this in the bohemian clothing, I have to throw in the natural fiber, perfectly hued towel.( I do have hips that actually birthed a 13 pounder.) I don’t even want to think about having that personal bohemian layered moment with my mirror.
I sigh, pin the beautiful photos to my board and realize that is where they will stay. I am ok with it and, oddly enough, the current size of my hips. Progress!
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