once upon a time
There was a time when it took hours to dress,and never would a woman be seen in public without being prroperly attired.
This was an outfit found on a blog, 1910 daywear, high fitted waistline and baptiste blouse. So.. even in the early 1900’s women wore clothes that befitted what was considered proper dress of that period.
remember the dresses our parents wore, or that we saw in earlier movies.
This is a Chanel Dress c.1937
I had a conversation the other day with a dear and treasured friend, that sparked a thought, and it carried through, when a Facebook friend commented on a post I had posted about how people kept cool back in the days before air conditioning.
She replied with a comment about how today, the younger people seem to always be on a cellphone. Actually it is not only the young, many ages have taken to walking around tied to their electronic paraphernalia.
The later in the day I was speaking with someone on Skype and we talked of how “it used to be” when peope really enjoyed “community”
The theme throughout most of the day yesterday seemed to flow always with a touch of melancholy of “what was” In the evening I met someone whose comment was ” How nice to actually see you, we seem to always be talking in text” How true, and yes it was nice to see her … actually see her, see her sense of style, her way of presenting her physical self. Then my day today started with a personal message from someone dear to my heart, and once again I was struck by how one person can be perceived so differently, so much so… that if another friend met up with the other, there would be no way of knowing, that it was the same person they were speaking about.
Ok how do I come up with that.. look at the ladies about, and their clothing.. that is what we see, the fashion statement, or the put together look…. we are not really seeing the person that is wearing the outfit. Today’s world is more open when it comes to fashion..never-the-less…. the person we see decked out in “la mode” of the day.. is not the person who comes home at night, and does what she does best… enjoy/live her private moments…
Who we really are, and what is really going on inside our private world, is usually very different from the personna that is seen by friends, family and aquaintences.
Change is the only constant in life, and like the seasons, we are always changing.
Each new day brings a different experience. With each experience, we learn and grow.
Sometimes we thing we are starting over, but we aren’t, we are only recognzing the signs we missed the first time around.
When you look in the mirror, do you see yourSELF or do you see the face of a person you are not wanting to see.?
I am blessed to be living with a man who loves me… but we both know that there are days he so so much has to work at liking me.
Once upon a time, we lived in a world that did its best to hide much of what it didn’t want to see.. Now we are living during a time when perhaps even now, we hide behind the electronic world.. if you are talking on the phone, doing your e-mails, you don’t have to deal with what is in front of you or in your immediate field of vision.
BE AWARE that today, willl someday be, once upon a time.
Namaste – Oyashikiri
*metmuseum.org-French 1880-1914
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