The only thing worse than a cold rainy day is a cold rainy day toward the end of April. I recognize how hypocritical this sounds considering the fact that last Monday, I tried to wax poetic on what is nice about the rain. Good about the rain. Soft, tender, beautiful and romantic about the rain.
Six inches into the damn natural water fall that is a full day and change of raindrops so erratic, not even an umbrella can shield your hair, your shoes, your sweater, whatever from the wrath of H2O, I am thrilled for the agricultural wizards who keep our planet abreast, really. But if I’m going to be really honest with myself, which I always am, the narcissist in me is ready to pack up and leave. Again. There has been a constant shiver running down my spine since 8AM yesterday and I want to punch a wall.
See, and that’s the other thing that happens! I get violent! And with violence comes the absolute un-fluidity of thoughts and a combination of the words I often produce based on those thoughts and the outfits I often put together based on the same merit. So, if that’s not clear (because, you know, my thoughts are acting like pigeons that take steroids) what I’m trying to say is: I need a quick style pick-me-up. And not just a good dose of inspiration. Lord knows that does me well but I need the tangibility of something new.
To me, that sense of touch me, own me, offers the promise of a brighter future. One I want the universe to understand I am wholly committed to investing in.
Of course, though, I’m not trying to spend $1,495 on an Alexander McQueen off-the-shoulder top (though make no mistake! I thought about it!) so when this plague of un-inspiration will strike as it does, I have found my “go-to” locale to be Pixie Market. The clothes are cheap ($75 banana leaves!), the style is good ($75 banana leaves!) and even if I don’t end up leaving with a shopping cart full of stories waiting to be told, I at least leave knowing that it’s there. That and that rain can’t last forever.
Never mind. You don’t have to answer that. What you do need to tell me, though, is where you go for quick style-pick-ups. So…?