Getting gussied up gives imaginative to visionary incentive. What we’re preening can be seen as a window into our inventive souls. How we look represents the compass of our creativity. Some of us ask for massive observation with rainbow brightness of colorings. While others seek to disguise themselves with a lower profile flow of sorts or a total reduction of any eclectic style. The gamut of one’s embellishment tells a good bit about what we’re interested in as a person. I’ve never thought it matters what you choose to wear, so much as you smartly selecting those things that fit your personal flair. Our hallowed adornment defines who we are or whomever we might have in mind to be. It’s embracing our clothing cues from a playfulness of donning elaborate costumes during All Saints’ Eve to the familiar everyday hope of becoming a doctor, a skilled ninja, or the cowgirl roaming freely.
You can have anything you want in life if you dress for it. ~Edith Head
Before I ever sincerely surfed my 2020 minuscule miraculous moments thus far standing upon a Pacific Ocean wave, I dressed up as a surfer in full wetsuit one predestined Halloween. It’s been super fun for me to glance back through my repository of photographic biography to note where else my predictive bents have blended so prophetically with my future as it then unfolded. What appeared to me as a rather simplistic, even dull, outfit for that fated 2013 was incidentally messaging the universe there was this influential feat I’d like to achieve. Compared to the broad array of my historical festive witchy night romps attire, that one was fairly tame. I distinctly recall an all-American red, white, and blue prize-fighting boxer garb, replete with genuine ring-beaten gloves, for my muffin-top mid-thirties. Coupled with each of my repeat meowlicious catsuits to X-rated angels or that girlish Princess Bride optimism.
October 31st outings are one of my favored annual traditions. I revere the lively decorations homeowners, stores, schools, and more put into showcasing their enthusiasm. Equally, I’m keen on activities adding their own spunk. I’ve delighted in attending my friends’ dodgeball league this time of year for the teams’ clever group efforts with flashy fashion. One gleeful gay gang gave the Village People’s popular YMCA song threads a run for their money. My darling nephew just joined one of his besties to attend classes for a day as the lead duo from Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure. A step further, I’m the type who’d adore a rallying reason to theme our weeks regularly! Suppose we had a Be Your Ultimate Dream or You’re On the Red-Carpet motif. It’s actually one of my wishes that we could live from a place of unashamed confidence. Where our propensities are able to be worn proudly.
Pretending when our heart isn’t duly in it hijacks the outcome of pleasure’s purpose. There’s that wistful age when my then-boyfriend was gaga over everything bondage dripping in latex to a naughty schoolgirl. Often, my insides were pleading to catch a break as the Prom Queen. It’s ironic what we’ll try in order to maintain another’s concentration. The same applies on the job, amongst family, and cavorting around society. I regularly spy quite the difference between masquerading for one’s inspiring amusement versus masking a loyalty to our intimate truths. I don’t regret any of those inharmonious intervals of my wingspan. But, by contrast, their camouflage of my quintessence merely kept me distant from the basics to bounty that I fancied. The embroidery of one’s honest energy isn’t only your frills or trimming. It’s our fully-sewn zealous tapestry.
The spirit of meeting people as they are, for who they are, and why their affairs are not yours to question is the timeless spell I’ll keep thinking we’ll all accept eventually. We’re capable humans, yet too culpable censoring the ornamentations others may believe is fitting for themselves. Snazzy ensemble opportunities to convene enthusiastically enlist our participation. I love everyone’s genius garments spicing up scream season. Your habit typically testifies those habits which you hold dear or thirst to generate. Maybe you’ve always anticipated the morning the international press gets wind of your mod photog-blogger bod. So you plan to turn up your Warhol trend slinging an oldie but goodie still-camera round your neck again. Our virtuosos are most legitimately those paragons whose gifts for garnishing grandly take their walk and talk earnestly.
May the treats you deck your bodies in never trick your authenticity.