February has come and go (and is nearly at an end)… one of the things that hubby has noted to me is that I ought to try and reach back into my old self and rekindle all the things that I derive joy from. Life can get in the way you see, and our priorities shift and scatter in multiple directions.
If you follow my blog you would know that, once an upon a time, this mamma would gallivant all across town and attend fashion shows and press events and the like. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t miss it entirely… but I do miss the idea of it.
Plus, let’s face it, it’s all just delicious and delightful and good old fashioned fun (pun intended). Who can get mad when they’re staring into the face of beauty? Such as the ethereal and classic works of Jason Wu (did you know he majored in men’s wear??). The clean lines, the muted palates, the fluidity of his fabric -man’s the way he pieces together different textures. Swoon swoon. I wish I had the budget to dip into some of these pieces, but then I’d have to alter my lifestyle with respect to my kids’ extracurriculars and we all know how that goes. So for now, I shall opt to admire all of this from afar….