Fashion is full of good and bad ideas. Fendi baguette bags good. Neon leg warmers bad. Coco Chanel gave the world the little black dress. Ferragamo gave the world the stiletto heel, and I have given the world….. I sit here for a moment and I think about it. See I finished a book. No easy feat I am told, but to me it was really more a matter of discipline than anything else. It currently sits in the bottom of my nightstand waiting for me to sift through the ashes of thoughts and badly written sentences to be reborn like the phoenix. I have no doubt that it will happen, because I have something much stronger then ash on my side. I have constant whispers of you’ve got this from someone more remarkable then I could ever imagine.
I also have beautiful cards in my mailbox that touch me deeper then the sender will ever know. It makes me wonder if Coco Chanel sat around in her studio going over designs of something so seamlessly perfect that the world would make her an icon. I wonder how often someone whispered to her you’ve got this when she was told how drab and depressing her little black dress would be. I wonder if Ferragamo stood strong while around him people laughed when he told them women would worship his design and men would simply fantasize about those shoes at the end of fishnet covered legs.
I haven’t had much to say lately and I have had even less discipline, but I am being told over and over again that I got this. The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
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