Oh, the saga of having pretty things in life, only to see them succumb to my chaotic existence. Let’s address the ongoing battle between my desires for elegance and my knack for unintentional destruction. The irony? I’m a magnet for mishaps and a sworn enemy of pristine beauty.
Picture this: a white dress, the epitome of elegance. I put it on with hopeful determination, only to have an invisible gravitational force lure spaghetti sauce, coffee, lipstick, lotion, or an array of food right onto it. It’s not just white clothing—any hue is fair game for the food I gleefully wear.
But it’s not just the food that conspires against my elegant aspirations. I have an undeniable talent for falling. My knees and dresses bear the brunt of my seemingly magnetic attraction to gravity. Elegant outfits meet an untimely demise, weathered by my excursions and clumsy antics.
My love for pretty dresses knows no bounds, and therein lies the tragedy. I tend to overwear them, creating a weathered aesthetic look much sooner than anticipated. It’s not about taking care of my clothes; it’s about enjoying them to their fullest, even if that means embracing their worn charm sooner than expected.
And then there are my nails, loyal allies that faithfully catch on any delicate fabric, bidding adieu to their grace and elegance in an instant. My efforts to stay composed often lead to a wardrobe malfunction, thanks to these tiny saboteurs.
Let’s not forget my two furry companions, my shedding partners in crime. The house is decorated not just with pretty things but also a generous sprinkle of fur. As I begrudgingly use the dustbuster, I can’t help but acknowledge my own shedding tendencies, culprits in this ongoing battle against maintaining tidiness.
It’s a shame, really. I have a penchant for pretty things, often indulging in late-night shopping sprees. But alas, these fine acquisitions meet their untimely demise amidst my daily escapades. Jumping in puddles? Oh, that’s a sport I can’t resist. Pretty shoes and rainy days become a mismatched tale of woe and water.
So, this is why I can’t have pretty things. It’s a tale of my love-hate relationship with elegance, an ongoing saga of wanting refinement but living a life that champions spontaneity and, regrettably, chaos. The allure of pretty things remains strong, and I’ll keep on collecting and destroying them in the most whimsical ways. After all, life’s adventures come with a few stains and scrapes, and that’s where the true stories reside—within the fabric of my misadventures and mishaps.
Categories: current events, Fashion, identity, Psychology, women
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Hehe Dear Miriam People Will Be So Paradoxical
In What They Enjoy In Life Indeed my Stepmother Said
She Married my Father as He Looked Elegant the Way He
Held
A Wine
Glass True
i Never Saw Him
With Anything Less
Than Perfectly Manicured
Finger Nails Gold Rings And
Dear Lord He Even Shopped For
Clothes Mostly New Shirts at the
Mall As A Routine of Life into Retirement
Yet What’s So Paradoxical About it is While
He Was Shining This More Feminine Side of Himself
(Working in Law Enforcement for 46 Years of His Life)
He was So Dammed Racist Homophobic And Complained
When Folks
Even Attempted
To Carry On A
Chit-Chat With Him
Anyway When my Wife Shops Now
For Pretty Things She Says You’ll
Never Understand You are A Man
Yet on the Other Hand She Doesn’t
Wear Make-Up and Complains It
Takes me Longer Than A
Woman to Get Ready
to Go Somewhere
And True She Counted All
the Culturally Differently Memed
Dancing T-Shirts She’s Purchased
For me in these Last 122 Miles of Public
Dance and
In 2 Closets
They Number
1 Less than 500
Yes 499 T-Shirts
Almost A Year and
A Half Of Potentially
Never Repeating the
Same Dance T-Shirt
Yet for me Like All Other
Elements of Life They Are All
Creative Dance And Song Poetry Prompts
It’s All About Creating An Epic Life Just The Way i Like it Hehe
And It’s true There are No Cookie Cutter Humans Even if They ‘Think’ They ‘Are’..:)
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Pretty things are meant to be worn out. Not perfectly preserved for space alien archeologists in the future.
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Ha! Yes! I can appreciate that. Cheers
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Cheers my friend, enjoy the pretty stuff while you are still alive. Life is too short.
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A sensible decision for all creative persons, the older one gets the greyer the outfit!
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Your words paint a vivid picture of the beautiful chaos that is life. The white dress might be stained, but each stain is a memory, a story, a part of you.
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SMiLes Dear Miriam Not Sure How to Fit
Time in a Bottle Yet What i Can And Will Do
is Public Dancing in a Video 19,000 Miles
Among Others Hehe as Long
As The Server Continues
To Serve me Up With
Other Art Long
After i am
Star Dust Again
Or Seeds Leaves
And More Living Trees
i Guess Hehe Depending
on the Way i Go and Return With SMiles…
Anyway i’ve Gotta Fairly Good Memory
It Seems This is Close to Your Mother’s
Birthday For Every Child Carries
On A Mother’s LoVE iN Peace
Leaves
Seeds and
Trees Live
On ThiS WaY
A Free Dance
And Song Will Breathe..:)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pg9lLZtdz5c
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