Fashion for everyone

as i continued my sojourn into the wilds of far west texas, its sharp-thorn treachery began to seem surprisingly refreshing.

during the trip, i read a story by daphne de maurier, in which the protagonist loses her sight, then regains it only to see people in the animal form closest to their true selves - a trusted friend is really a venomous snake; a darling husband a vulture, waiting to feast on her investments.

it's intimidating to go into a natural environment where everything is barbed / armed ~ talons bared, guns loaded ~ yet it is refreshing to see exactly where danger lies; in real life this is so rarely the case.

with all its brutality, there is something very romantic about the american southwest: a feeling in the romeo + juliet mold, that suggests something unfulfilled, something hard-earned, some tragedy unspoken.

the force of the high desert, like any extreme environment, pushes you to find new strengths

within yourself. as they say, it is no country for old men. it is also no country for chiffon frippery.

thus, i was forced into the arms (and legs!) of a duck-cloth jumpsuit, discovered for $4 in a dusty thrift shop in alpine, romped all over the great state of texas . . .

. . . and surrendered to the stein of ice-cold lone star

beer! a girl's got to adapt to her environment.

fashion is one way we have to protect ourselves. what covering we need depends largely on our place, and in no situation should it be treated lightly.

fashion is all around us.

i discovered a casual peace in my journey west. a lesson in life, and in style.

happy new year!