All Dressed Up With Somewhere To Go

For those of you who haven’t been to the show in the past few weeks.

I have a new jacket.

I know. It was long overdue.

But I love that Alexander McQueen jacket and, like everyone, busy.

The new jacket.

It’s very beautiful.

It’s very comfortable.

It’s sequins.

Sequins?

Yes. A month ago I really did not care for sequins.

At all.

But that has changed.

I have changed.

​And now not only do I love them, sequins seem like a perfect metaphor for now.

These black sequins.

They are very dark but very bright.

They hold the light.

They are available to amplify all the light that there is.

Built to receive light.

Brighter than white.

And yet black.

Brilliant.

There is a lot of white clothing now.

It feels like more than summer.

Hillary’s revirginizing white suit.

The groovy white outfits in the Olympic Opening Ceremonies.

Maybe we are longing for a blank canvas.

Maybe it is a moment when we say, can’t we just start over?

I know that feeling.

I started over myself half a dozen years ago.

But a do-over is not a blank canvas.

It is however a good time to pare down the wardrobe.

And I did.

Adopted the Steve Jobs approach.

Limited choices. 
I experience decision burnout a lot.
It’s relaxing to know what I’m going to wear.

Then an amazing designer named Alberto Fernando began coming to the show.

He loved my energy and wanted to make me a jacket.

Yay.

I went to his runway show.

Amazing. Beautiful. But lots of peek a boo.

I can’t pull off peek a boo.

In clothes.

Maybe as a person.

I can hide and then flaunt with the best of them.

But not in terms of the midriff.

But Fernando had an idea for a jacket for me and he sketched it out.

Fabulous.

He measured me and I left another jacket and tunic with him for reference.

A few weeks went by and I needed those items I’d brought downtown.

I needed those pieces.

But Fernando had been called away to International ports.

The exciting world of high fashion design!

I made do.

Finally one day I called and said I’d received a text from my clothes.

They wanted to come home.

He apologized for keeping them and said he would messenger them over.

An hour or so later the garment bag arrived.

And in it were my two pieces plus… wait? What?

What are all those sequins?

I pulled out the new jacket.

Uh oh.

He hadn’t said anything about sequins.

I put it on and fell in love.

How had he made a sequin jacket with the ease of movement of a T-shirt but the reassuring structured feeling of a jacket?

Suddenly I loved sequins.

And I loved being wrong.

And I loved having something new.

And I loved the beginning of a new chapter.​

The sequin jacket chapter.

Come see it.

And feel free to dress up.

If anyone asks you why you are so dressed up?

Tell them you are on your way somewhere better.

Then go somewhere better.

Live a life worth getting dressed up for.

Dress up for your muses.

Dress up for your angels.

Dress up for your plants.

Dress up for your person.

Dress up for yourself.

Dress up.

Look up.

Have a beautiful week.

And thank you Fernando Alberto Atelier.

xox Your Sunday Girl xo Beth