My dear friends, thank you so much for your kindest words on my last post (in fact, on all of my posts). I'm feeling a little like I'm basking in a spotlight which is not exactly mine. It's about the closet. I'm definitely not the best organized person even in this room (with only two people in it at the moment, just so you know). But I do want to keep my closet nicely organized and am moving in this direction. I only showed you a couple of the latest steps I took, there are still many more to take. Now, when that's cleared off, let's talk about closets and wardrobes some more, not about my particular closet, but in a broader sense. And a little bit about life too, just a bit.
I see a garden as a beautiful and accurate metaphor for life. If you did even a little bit of gardening, even just a couple of flower pots in your kitchen, you know that plants need certain conditions to grow well - light, water, soil and a certain degree of your attention. You also probably know that every plant has different needs - some are fussy and tender, while others seem to be easy - plant-me-and-forget-about-me kind of plants. Then, there are seasons - more work in some seasons, and less in others. And just if all those variables would not be enough, on the top of everything, we all are very different gardeners. And one person can be even different within themselves - we can have other stuff going on, we're moody, we're cranky, we're tired... Sometimes, we just don't feel like caring and neglect our gardens. On the other hand, I'm sure you know people generally called "green thumbs" (maybe you are one of them) - those who seem to simply put a seed in soil, and the next thing you know, boom - a lush garden grew over night. So effortless. So unfair.
I think it's like that in our lives in general, and also in any particular area of our life - our interests, jobs, relationships etc. At times, it seems, we don't really do much, and it all comes easily together, and you and those around you enjoy the "lush garden"... At other times, it seems we read all the right books, listen to all the right advice, work hard, sleep little, worry, think, buzz, buzz, buzz... and instead of greenery that we are longing to see, we get a dry desert.
Life is a process the same way as gardening is a process. If you ask any avid gardener, you'l know that gardening is a never ending project - it is not something you can plant and sit back and just enjoy the result. That "result" is ever-evolving. Sometimes you have lots of weeding, cutting and shaping to do. Other times, all you have to do is waiting, instead of jumping around the seed and worrying that id's not growing any faster - because you as a gardener know that it'll grow in its own time, or maybe it won't grow, maybe you planted it too late or too early, or the soil was wrong for the seed, or not enough sun, or... many, many reasons... But the bottom line is you don't help your garden by worrying about it. Researching - yes, caring - yes, experimentation - yes, love - yes, but not worrying. The most amazing thing about gardens is... they are organic. A complex, sophisticated wonder that grows organically and has its own rhythm which you, being a gardener, learn to recognize and respect.
As one gardener is different from the next, we all are different from each other, We are in different points of our life journey, and our style journey too. And there are no points in our journey that are invalid, ridiculous and somehow "bad" - simply because that's where we are right now, at this particular moment in time. I feel that I reached a place where my wardrobe is full of pieces that I can mix and match more or less successfully. It was a very interesting and intense journey which lasted about a couple of years. I told you that I had a long period when I just did not have much inner energy left for style and fashion - I was way too busy in other areas of my "garden", and this area became neglected for a while. When I began paying attention again, I had to start figuring myself out from scratch - I got older, my body changed, my size got bigger, but more than anything, I decided to live a life that I envisioned for myself years ago. A life of a creative person who takes each day one at a time and decides what she does with it (and let me tell you, it's not always easy, and there are many days that just don't seem to work at all). Nevertheless, I enjoy my journey tremendously and wouldn't exchange it with anybody else's. I love my "garden". Simply because it is me who planted it - following my own vision, my dream. It is my own creation - from zero, from scratch. Without a strict plan. Organically.
At times, I compare my style journey with someone else's, and start feeling small. Why do I only go to two or three tested-and-trusted companies to buy my clothes (with an occasional trip to Goodwill and such)? Does it mean that I am conservative? boring? unimaginative? But then I think - I not only enjoy their designs, but I also know that their fit works for me, and it is a big struggle, to find the right fit for my changed body these days. I found something that works for my garden, I trust these couple of nurseries. Maybe they are not the most amazing nurseries in the world, maybe their plants are not the most exotic, but they work for where I am as a gardener right now, and they work for my little garden - the type (or rather types) of soil, the amount of sun and rain my garden gets, the amount of space I have for my garden, the amount of money I am comfortable spending on my garden. And also for the level of imagination and courage to experiment that I have today. For who I am and where I am now in my gardening journey, these nurseries work. I am able to find appealing combinations with my simple plants. And I do it with love and fascination, with genuine enthusiasm.
And yes, of course I know, I know for sure that there are thousands, millions of other gardens in the world, and so many of them are much more intricate, imaginative and lush than mine. But this one is mine, and it is what it is now. Yesterday, it was different. Tomorrow, it will be different. Gardening is a process, just like writing is a process, styling is a process and living is a process. And I truly believe that to fully appreciate gardens, style, writing, life and all other processes of others for who they are and what they create, I firstly have to learn to fully appreciate myself for who I am. And today, I want to give my closet, at this particular moment in time, at this point of my journey, the respect for what it is. I found what works for me now. I can do some interesting combinations with it... now. Tomorrow will be a different day, and the whole different story.
On a completely different subject... can it get any more beautiful than this?
A view from a park in Burien, WA.
Skirt, shirt (old) - Lane Bryant
Vest - Chico's
Coat - Ashley Stewart
Boots - Aquatalia
Purse - B Makowsky
Jewelry - Chico's and Lane Bryant
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