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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 7 – KINDNESS  DAY 110 :: kindly dreaming

23 Apr


I spent yesterday afternoon dreaming about fashion, fabric, cut and color. Mostly as an Assistant to our little niece. She was the brainchild behind these fashion visions:

I was her loyal assistant. And, I have to say, in the name of kindness, sometimes the most KIND thing to do is to help someone else flourish — or at least dream.

May you flourish this week.
And dream.

More tomorrow….


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Day 118: f*ing friday :: funny fabulous france

27 Apr

F*ing Fridays are back!
And, they will continue to occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5 in Year 1, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Fetch

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the words:
Funny, fabulous, France.

As in, pure art. 

Today was fun and fabulous in Paris.
And, we met a woman who is out to prove it.

Her name is Susan Shup.
And her art is FABULOUS!

We entered her Parisian studio through a gigantic medieval looking gate, walked through a courtyard and then winded our way up spiral steps until we arrived inside her work space with paint splattered walls.

The paint was still fresh and the air smelled like it too.
Her paintings are also fresh, funny and fabulous.

Her mantras captured in graphic letters and whimisical strokes say it all.
Like this one:

And, on an F*ing Friday like today…
With Food…

French Flags…

French Fashion…

Behind the scenes of French Fashion…

And Fragile Parisian pieces…

Pure art is what I have on my mind.

It’s great to see that art doesn’t have to be serious or subdued to be powerful, intriguing and thought provoking.

It can be funny and fabulous.
Or fresh and fragile.

Because, really, aren’t we all…
And, isn’t that what makes us priceless?

Day 362: the wrap up part 2 :: heart

28 Dec

Here we are, closing in on 365 days and the end of this year.  And, what a year it has been.

So much has changed in my world, in this year, that I am dedicating a full day to each of my promises: head, heart, body and soul.

Because if I have learned anything this year, it is this: the magic is in reflection.

Part 2:  heart

I heart clothes. And shoes.
Love them.  Always have.  It’s been a life-long love affair.

As a toddler I dressed myself and changed outfits throughout the day, to my mother’s (and her laundry schedule’s) chagrin.

And then my feet grew.
It seemed for a handful of my teenage years, as my body stretched inches and inches every year and I towered above the boys, the only thing that really fit were shoes.

Shoes have always been here for me.  And I have loved them greatly.

Then along came 2011 and my promise not to buy shoes or clothes.

Over the course of this year, I have come to love my clothes and shoes even more, the kind of love that happens when you cherish something because you can’t entertain the notion of buying something new or replacing it.

Especially those pink and green rain boots that carried me through the year, from a freak snow storm in Michigan to a blustery rainy day in New York city.

But even deeper than my love for fashion, I have opened my heart to a bigger source of love over this journey.

Maybe I found the location of my heart chakra, or maybe I learned how to close my mouth and open my ears in order to listen deeper (instead of interrupting with my own commentary), or maybe, just maybe, exploring all matters of the heart was always as simple as setting an intention and following through.

It seems the secret-magic-recipe-formula-elixir to having and holding anything we want in life is really just as simple as that — L.O.V.E.

It’s more than a four letter word.
Funny it took me this long to figure it out.

So what did I learn about the power of the heart?
This: all we have to do is let love it.

After that, the head, heart, body and soul know how to take care of the rest.

Let the magic begin.

Day 140: f*ing friday :: fashion

20 May

Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.

Last week I dove into the word Flood.

Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:

As in, fashionable finds.

Today I met a totally amazing woman, who is keeping thousands in fashion.
She’s not a stylists or a designer, but don’t be mistaken, she is a fashion diva!

Shannon Wilburn has created a movement of recycling by reselling children’s and maternity clothes and accessories through consignment sales events with her business called Just Between Friends.

Here’s a pic of Shannon and I at Tory Johnson’s Spark & Hustle Tour today in Orlando, Florida.

Here’s what I love about what Shannon created:

– she created a heart-led business with a mission
– she is recycling for the planet
– she is helping other women own “big” small businesses

And, what I also adore, is the fact that she is giving good clothes another chance, for a good cause.  Don’t we all need second chances along the road of life?

After I met Shannon I began thinking of my own outfit I wore today.

There I was standing in a half-used outfit.

My white cropped pants ~ from a friend’s pile of clothes headed to the thrift store
My open toed tan shoes ~ from Justin’s Mom as a hand-me down

In fact, ever since I started this little promise not to shop, not to buy frivolous item, not to purchase new shoes, I seem to have stumbled upon a gold mine of fashion finds.

It’s as if the clothes and shoes keep finding me.
Even more so, it is as if the universe is rewarding me in my own brand of “currency” ~  like, said “universe” is looking down and honoring my journey to take care of my head, heart, body & soul by sending me little gifts along the way.

Well, it’s working.
I haven’t missed a day yet…
And I feel committed, excited, and focused.

And, meeting the fabulous Shannon today reminded me of something I feel very strongly about: I believe clothes live on.

It’s why some people save their grandmother’s wedding dress.
It’s why some go gaga over vintage style.
And, it’s why I have a collection of Cindie’s clothes.

Friends and Fashion.
Two pretty powerful F words if you ask me.

And just between us friends…
I think Shannon has proven that good finds are always in fashion.

Day 131: talking heads

11 May

Hello Boston!

I boarded the plane to Beantown today.
While sitting in dull silence on the plane, waiting for the seat belt “ding” to ring out (to alert all passengers, who had already undone their seat belts, that it was now allowed to undo said seat belts) I noticed the back of a woman’s head.

She was sitting a few rows in front of me.
I noticed because she had a very different hairstyle. Part of her head was shaved.  The rest of her hair was long and placed high in a ponytail.

It was a déjà vu moment bringing back a flood of memories.
I once had a very similar hairdo.  When I was seventeen.

Except I didn’t choose it.
My hair fell out from radiation treatment as part of a course in curing cancer. Turns out, just half the hair on my head fell out, the bottom half.  The hair that was in range of the radiation rays fell out in clumps, filling a waste basket each night before I went to bed, for a few days until nothing was left but bare skin.

It left me with long hair on top of my head, and no hair on the bottom.

Here’s the really amazing thing ~ and if you are in your late thirties you might remember this ~ I lost my hair right around the time it came into fashion to shave the bottom half of your head and wear the top half long.

What a lovely coincidence.

I would love to take credit for my ability to start trends and be in-fashion (or “in-fad”) if only I had chosen the hairstyle.

Right about the time baby hairs started to sprout back into the follicles back there the “half shaved fad” reached its apex.  I was so ahead of my time.  Or so it seemed.

Seeing this woman’s shaved head today made me sit and ponder all that we wear for the world to see: clothes, shoes, hair.

As the rest of the passengers fumbled for their luggage I wondered:
Just what was this woman trying to tell the world?

The irony of it made me stop and think:  just what did people (who didn’t know I was going through cancer treatment at the time) think about my half shaved head?  Punk?  Trendy diva?  Cocky?  Crying out for help?  Trying to make a statement?  Doesn’t get enough attention?

As I inspected the back of this woman’s head it occurred to me that whatever I thought about this girl, I probably had it all wrong.

At best, I only had half of the story.
The half that only shows up on the outside.
And that half might mean everything or it just might mean nothing at all.

Day 124: gone shopping ~ vintage style

4 May

Today I went shopping in a friend’s closet.
It’s okay. Hand-me-downs are totally within the rules of The Promise 365.

I was invited to come over and look at items that were destined for Goodwill.  Before they got the boot, I got a chance to get in on the loot!

I had almost forgot about the thrill achieved by just trying on new clothes, pulling something foreign over my body and starring at it until it speaks to me.

Are you mine cute black and white sundress?  Nope, doesn’t fit.
Do you belong with me white cropped pants?  I’m yours baby!

The new clothes will take a few washings and wearings until they truly transform into “mine”,  completely belonging to me, feeling like me and representing me.

Do you know that process?
At some point in the owner’s cycle a new pair of jeans becomes “favorite jeans” or “Saturday afternoon jeans” or “dress up to go out jeans”.  They take on a role of their own, in the form of wardrobe but also in the form of life moments.

Flash forward to my afternoon:
A bit later in the day, I read this article: Even Chloe Sevigny Saves Money With Vintage Clothing.

It made me think about more than just the “value” of vintage finds.
As I scrolled through the decades of this very cool fashion timeline and read about how the hems and hoops and design elements of the day changed I thought of my own timeline.

I just donated my wedding dress to Goodwill. Even though the marriage became unstitched one painful thread at a time, I will remember the raw silk fabric and a-line cut of that white strapless number.

I also remember the exact dress, cut and flare, that I wore to my college graduation. Black with little white flowers.

I can almost feel the sturdy baby blue fabric of the first grown up suit with the long sweeping lapels I wore to my Truman Scholar finalist interview. The one where they didn’t pick me, the one where I entered with a heap of hope and ended with a serving of humility and a little loss.

I remember the navy blue sweats pants I wore to basketball games in high school with my last name pressed in letters up one of the legs ~ E S L I N G E R ~ It was my first true power suit.  Game day.  Suit up.

I also remember the teal cotton stretchy pants I wore home from the hospital after having my spleen removed, my cancer diagnosed, and my mortality amplified.

First day on my very first job:  long black linen summer suit
First date with Justin:  white t-shirt with sheer sleeves
Fourth grade birthday party: fluffy pink dress with ribbon at the waist

Each event from my life comes with a memory and an outfit. 
Just proof that vintage had a life of its own, once.
If not twice.

A fun overview of Americam fashion trends. Here’s a sampling below and you can see photos and even more info at the Vintage Fashion Guild website.

1910 to 1920
Suits were fashionable for daywear and walking was eased
due to a really big fashion happening – the skirt hem rose to the ankle!
1920 to 1930
As the “flapper era” became established, hemlines continued
their scandalous ascent and had reached the knee by 1926.
1930 to 1940
Women clamored to look like their screen idols. Exemplified
by the white satin bias cut dresses as worn by Jean Harlow,
the Hollywood look featured dramatic lines that played best to camera.
1950 to 1960
The US War Production Board sponsored a measurements
survey of 100,000 women, using the data to standardize
sizing for the garment industry.
1960 to 1970
Even the most conservative suits were cut above the knee.
The old etiquette (remember gloves and hats?) was out
the door. Balenciaga even gave up his house in 1967 proclaiming,
“Fashion is dead”.
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