One thing that I’ve seen develop as my children have grown over the years, and that I can say with the utmost confidence, is that my children are colourful. They both have a strong penchant for being their own person; not caring so much what other people are doing or saying. This was very apparent to me when they came out of their rooms this morning. Amelia was dressed like Cyndi Lauper (again) and Rhys was dressed like Micheal Jackson (again).
On Friday after school Rhys told me that he needed to do a short biography presentation on Monday morning. I asked him who he’d like to pick and, without missing a beat, he said Micheal Jackson or Elvis. I thought both of those would be good candidates but was curious what kinds of people other kids have done thus far. Apparently, the other students mainly do biographies on each other. But no, Rhys needs to do something different.
So he went about finding some information on MJ and put together a short biography including a website where the kids can listening to his favourite song, Billie Jean, and watch the King of Pop do the moon walk. I figured his presentation would end there, until he came out of his room this morning all dressed-up and dancing around doing the best Micheal Jackson impression he could muster. I guess he figured a visual component would compliment his biography.
I’m very excited to see clear displays of my children choosing to walk their own path, adding in their own flavors to their day to day life. I will always encourage it. I will always be proud of it. My hope and prayer is that they become confident and happy adults capable of great things because of it.
I don’t know when the last time was that I watched something and felt so inspired and weepy as I did while watching Fabulous Fashionistas. From their sense of self, their love of life, their quirky personalities, their vivacious spirits to their drive to live and love without abandon right until the end, these women fully captured my heart. I feel like my Grandma could be right in there with them. What a great gem for me to stumble upon right before my 30th birthday (that had been looming over my head). I highly recommend you take 50 minutes and watch these ladies talk about style and life and how they’ve kept their spunk, we could all learn a thing or two from them.
ON SHORT HAIR (c1988)
from American(?) Vogue
by Joan Juliet Buck
Joan Juliet Buck, a devoted short-hair convert, explains why it makes a difference.
Hair is time.
Women with short hair always look as if they have somewhere else to go. Women with long hair tend to look as if they belong where they are, especially in California. Short hair takes a short time. Long hair takes a long time. Long hair moves faster than short hair. Long hair tells men that you are all woman, or a real woman, or at the very least a girl. Short hair always makes them wonder. Short hair makes children ask each other –usually at the school-yard gate, when parents are late– “Are you a boy or girl?” Men married to women with short hair should not have affairs with women who have long hair kept up with many little pins and combs. Once you have cut your hair you have to remember to wear lipstick, but you can put away the brush, elastics, and the black barrettes in the form of shiny leaves with rhinestone hearts. When you cut your hair you lose a nose and gain a neck. A neck is generally better than a nose. It does not need to be powdered, except on extreme occasions. It does, however, need to be washed more often.
With short hair you suddenly dislike the month of March, when the wind blows down the back of your neck. With short hair you begin to crave pearl necklaces, long earrings, and a variety of sunglasses. And you brush your teeth more often. Short hair removes obvious femininity and replaces it with style. When it starts growing out a little and losing its style, you have to wear sunglasses until you can get it to the hairdresser. That’s why you need a variety. Short hair makes you aware of subtraction as style. You can no longer wear puffed sleeves or ruffles; the neat is suddenly preferable to the fussy. You eye the tweezers instead of the blusher. What else can you take away? You can’t hide behind short hair. Your nape is exposed. Men put their hands around your neck instead of stroking your long locks. You can only pray they have friendly intentions. The backs of your ears show, your jaw line is clear to anyone watching, and you realize –perhaps for the first time– how wide the expanse of skin is between cheekbone and ear.
You may look a little androgynous, a little unfinished, a little bare. You will look elegant, as short hair requires you to keep your weight slightly below acceptable levels. However, the first time you wear a bathing suit with short hair, you will feel exceptionally naked. People who used to look straight at you will love you in profile. Short hair makes others think you have good bones, determination, and an agenda. The shape of your skull is commented on, so are its contents. They can pick you out in a crowd, and you can be recognized from behind, which can be good or bad. But your face is no longer a flat screen surrounded by a curtain: the world sees you in three dimensions.
Chase to the cut.
I know this goes against the norm, but I hate Uggs. I do. I always have. They’re not fashionable. They’re not fashion forward. They’re not stylish. I can’t stand the yoga-pant wearing, Ugg clomping, I’m-too-busy-to-put-on-a-real-outfit trend. I was at the library with Amelia the other day and EVERY SINGLE MOTHER was wearing yoga pants and some version of the Ugg boot. I felt like shaking some sense into every single one of them. Mother’s of the world…”DON’T GIVE UP!” Although it’s not just mother’s. Vancouver was just voted the worst dressed place (by the Fashion Police apparently) because of this exact reason! Ugg boots have somehow become trendy and now they’ve taken over the world. I personally think that they’ve become appealing to the masses because they make your feet look so large and cartoon-ish that they actually have a sort-of slimming effect.
Yoga pants are for yoga. I have a pair or two kicking around and I wear them frequently. I call them my stretchy-pants (said with Nacho Libre flare) and I wear them for…………you guessed it, YOGA! Or possibly when I sit down to watch Drop Dead Diva with a gigantic bowl of ice cream, but that’s besides the point. The point is that I wear them in the confines of my home or when I’m clearly engaged in some form of excercise.
I also own a pair of Ugg-ish boots. They were hand-me-downs from my little sister (yes, she’s 14 years younger than me and her feet are bigger than mine). I was going to, politely, decline when they were first offered to me but then I reconsidered. Let’s face it, Ugg boots have one thing, and only one thing, going for them; their warmth. I took the ugly pre-broken-in boots because I thought they would be good to wear around the house. When I brought them home James lost it. He hates them more than I do and apparently I’d crossed over to the dark side. We actually had a full-blown argument about me wearing them out of the house (ONCE) for Festival Du Voyageur. I don’t own Sorrel’s. I should, but I don’t. Now if it’s -30 I’ll often wear the Uggs in the truck and bring along another, more fashionable pair of shoes or boots.
However, these horribly hideous things have unfortunately made it into my ‘acceptable-to-wear-while-walking-your-child-to-the-bus-stop’ wardrobe. I don’t know how this happened, but it did. The other day I grabbed the boots and slipped them on as Rhys and I were
running walking to the bus. Every time I took a step something would catch my eye. Upon closer inspection I realized that there was a huge gaping hole on the toe of my boot that the stuffing was pouring out of. Well, I sure spent a heck of a lot of time fixing it up for not even liking the stupid boots. As soon as I saw the hole I had a vision of a cute appliquéd flower covering it up. So that’s what I did.
And now my uggly boots are just that much cuter and have a little bit of personality stitched in. Still pretty uggly though…
New post on my Everything Nice page. Enjoy!
New post on my Everything Nice page. Enjoy!
New post on my Everything Nice page! Enjoy!
(Photo taken by Rhys. Aw.)