Straight outta the gate, I must warn you that this started as a fashion post in before I started writing. While I’ll never fancy myself as a fashion blogger but I obviously wear clothing and I have a “style” that I prefer but it may not be follow worthy … With that being said, let’s jump into my the topic of purging off the cuff.
My day started as usual on Monday. Coffee, work, attempted yoga, work, cleaned kitchen, purged my office, and of course fell right into journals from the last two years with a heavy emphasis on my personal belief that life and love are on a timing that we sometimes cannot control.
Sure we can love at freewill but the timing part is a blessing or a curse depending upon which way you look at it. The bumps, blazing accidents, and guys you wish you could forget are the heartaches you have to go through to get to where you want to be isn’t easy and in our speedy lifestyles of being everything and going everywhere is really hard on a single lady, cliché but the struggle is actually real.
Carrie Bradshaw said, “The fact is, sometimes it’s really hard to walk in a single woman’s shoes. That’s why we need really special ones now and then to make the walk a little more fun.”
Keep that fashion and dating quote with you as we navigate through the rest of this post.
In one of my journals I wrote about a birthday I spent alone in Washington D.C. Oddly enough that birthday was memorable for a vast variety of reasons but it was the last time that I purchased a pair of blue jeans and here’s the WTH moment … It was in 2014.
Most women I know have a million pairs but I don’t. I’m a minimalist closet keeper with a strict rule that if I don’t wear something within a calendar year, it must go to a better home where it’ll be loved the way it deserves.
Sure I have a white pair and a black pair that were purchased in the last two years but that’s it and as fate would have it, I was on a day date with my pal Al on Saturday and I broke down and finally bought a new pair.
I’d love to say I wiggled my way in but I’ve been losing weight again so they slipped right on and sadly, I wished they hadn’t. But that’s another blog post on another day.
So here I am reading about the jeans I found in D.C. in my journal, mentally debating the “cuffing” topic for jeans and booties, thinking of Shakespeare from an interview I did earlier in the day for an upcoming story, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.
Denim is one of the most personal selections we have in our wardrobe because of the variations we factor based on our build, function, fashion, and feel.
To be, or not to be.
To date, or not to date.
To love, or not to love.
So maybe Carrie didn’t have it right … Maybe what we really need is a really special jeans to make the transitions of life a little more fun.
P.S. Cuff em if you got em.
