The Elements of Style

There is a rashness in self development; an upheaval of beliefs entered and processed; passions exhausted; particularities refined. Growing our tendons past the limits even initially conceived by ourselves is, in short, pure pain. Cruel and grueling, as the image in the photo album appears smaller and smaller, like a still violet shrinking in the dusty window of a racing car. But it's also beautiful, isn't it? Don't risk and uncertainty reap the greatest reward? And what of all our unkempt and unrequited desires, talents, dreams? I know all of us (including you, omnipresent reader!) dreamed, at younger stages, of life in a different seat (ballet shoes? Fire engine?)

So, to bring this little vignette to a close, my point is that now that I have a career, I think I am finally ready to start a career. Doing utterly impractical, lofty, silly, and wholly fulfilling (and fun!) things. First stop: I'm going to be designing some clothes and painting a few pictures. My inspiration comes from my love of color, shine, and glamour. Of ancient, renaissance, revolution, antique, modern, vintage, candlelit. And of course I will keep you all posted and entertained on the progress of my little projects.

As always, I would love (LOVE!) to hear about what you all are doing that's crazy, fun, imaginative, and transcendent. This is our little bubble of possibility and it's a wonderful place to be!