Is it so bad that some of us are naturally inclined to love the silly frivolities of life? I'm very frivolous. It's not just because I was Raised that way...I'm sure that has something to do with it, but I also feel that the second I existed I was destined to love dressing up and playing with hair and being a GIRL and a WOMAN in the old-fashioned sense of those words. This doesn't mean I hate sports or the outdoors or not wearing make up occasionally. I am a human being with many inconsistencies just like everybody. But I love glamour and frills and lace and satin and underthings and tea sandwiches and beautiful old architecture and beautiful old everything. I buy chocolate regularly and think nothing of it.I know that material things can not buy happiness, of course they can't. However, I swear that there is joy in the littlest things....like food and drink and a hot bubble bath and wearing something that makes you feel like a Royal in the 1950s....or even a prom date in the 1950s. A part of me feels silly for enjoying material things, and I do sincerely want to learn to DIY more. But another part of me feels stubbornly righted in liking the subtleties and intricacies of a "fine" life.
People sometimes say they don't have the patience to do pin curls, for example, and that's fine by me, of course, but I think that as a whole, we've lost the ability to understand that fast doesn't mean better in any way, necessarily. When I think about old novels...like Jane Austen, and the film adaptations, I think about these people, men and women alike, who put so much time into the subtleties of their appearance, detail by detail. Dressing for dinner. Stitching bonnets, learning haberdashery (I think I really want to get into millinery...this fabulous seller on etsy makes the most AMAZING vintage inspired hats but they are far beyond my budget at around $300 a pop). And then they gather together and go to Bath, and walk around the beach, and sit at candlelit dinners, and everything feels very slow, beautiful, languid, and they talk about poetry and travel and it's idyllic and lovely. Of course these people are wealthy and probably bored half the time, but I can't help but fall in love with the picture. I'm not fancy all the time, but I love being fancy, I feel more alive when I feel fancy, I feel like I can create some little fantasy to move around in. I think slow is fun. Guess I'm just crazy....but I don't think it's about materialism so much as a love of detail and effort and STYLE. A love of glamour. Is that so bad? I hope not.
Sometimes I see people like scientists in pictures on the NPR website, for example, and they're doing amazing work and wearing drab garments. And I just think....does this mean I'm a frivolous person who won't do any good in the world? Scientists and doctors and savers of the world probably don't go around in party dresses....not that I'm going to be a scientist or a doctor (giggle....yeah right) but I would really like to think I can be useful to the world one way or another.
And now...a lot of fantasy luxury shopping. See, I know it's maybe wrong to even imagine spending so much money on just...THINGS. But when those things are so beautiful???? I don't know.... Once I become a successful career gal, maybe I'll be less confused because I'll be able to occasionally indulge.
Extravagance. Agent Provacateur
Vintage-inspired. Kiss Me Deadly
3 comments:
What a great post! I think it's important to enjoy life - otherwise what are we doing all the important scientific advancements for? To help everyone enjoy life!
And those bunny slipper shoes are adorable!
I completely get what you're saying. Also, I'm going to need the spectator pumps and the fluffy bedroom mules. ?Just because you like nice things doesn't mean you can't do good and it's up to beautiful people like you to prove it to the world!
haha Thanks for the support, ladies! Yeah, I like to think there's a difference between taste and greed....
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