For a moment in time I am putting my proactively focused brain on ice. Extensive lists are thoroughly chilled and pushed to the back of my priority freezer as beauty warmly makes its way onto the hopeful platter of my primary focus. The main course of beauty, in this case, entices the visual senses for its ethereally daring images otherwise known as the fashion blog, The Glamourai (http://www.theglamourai.com/).
The Glamourai blog elicits memories of a time when fashion was seeded in me long ago. My appreciation for fashion started when I was a little girl in middle school. 16 years ago I loved to shock those around me by wearing ironic t-shirts (before hipster was even a word), rimmed my eye lids with jet black kohl liner, sported glitzy necklaces made in the 1960′s (I still have those pieces and wear those) and I rocked Mary Jane style Creeper brand shoes with bright blue stars stitched in. You would never find me in anything trendy, but rather you would find me in things that were reflective of who I was, which still applies today. I did a bit of digging and actually found that the shoes I used to wear are still for sale to this day, which I retrieved from the Hot Topic store website (http://www.hottopic.com/hottopic/Shoes/Creepers/Hello+Kitty+T.U.K.+Black+Mary+Jane+Mondo+Creepers-10134765.jsp).
My mother encouraged my individuality and fearless approach to fashion early on. Her resume included experience as a J.C. Penney fashion buyer, so my experiences growing up were very different from most little girls. My mom and I bonded not over baking cookies, but rather over window shopping trips, searches through bargain bins, and adventures through seemingly ignored thrift stores with hidden treasures. I would not have had it any other way.
My style eye has shifted since my younger days, but it is still present, which is why I thought it would be a great option for me to apply to fashion related positions during my artistic lull. I found The Glamourai during an application process for a fashion related position, and it served as a great reminder of that originally flashy 13-year-old who is still very much apart of me. For some time I was unmoved and uninspired and when I found that I started to thaw. I felt vibrant…I felt alive reading it, like I was on an aesthetic safari, and I encountered images that challenged me.
As I have written prior, it’s no secret that my last art piece came to a stand still. I drew in my sketch book, went through old art books to jog that artistic light bulb along, all of which, dismally, did absolutely nothing. I’ve since grown a bit and I believe some of the wall I ran into was partially constructed by my own unreasonable expectations of myself, when I should approach myself and life as a learning curve and that when I humanly fail, that I, in turn, learn, and grow for the better.
I feel myself stirring again, and I’m finding that fashion, whether I craft it or view it, is at the helm of those stirrings. Since then I have crafted (and are still crafting) pieces such as my own bridal bouquet, bridesmaid bouquet, jewelry, and barrettes using materials such as silk flowers, antique earrings, antique brooches, jewelry wire, ribbon, well manicured jewel tone feathers, crystals, stark white feathers, and anything else I had on hand that would create great texture.
I have given barrettes and jewelry away as gifts, which is why I don’t have pictures of those, but I have pictured below some materials I’m using for my bouquet and my bridesmaid’s bouquet. Thankfully some inventive individuals posted videos that have helped tremendously. I’ve fused the methods of both of these examples from Domesticated Me (http://domesticatedmeblog.wordpress.com/2012/04/25/how-to-diy-brooch-bouquet-giveaway-announcement/) and PattyRollerDesigns (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0o1MTuge3PE).
Joy comes in different forms to everyone. Whatever your joy is, whether it’s rekindling an old flame of a passion or discovering something completely new, it’s important to keep your joy burning. Joy makes life worth living, worth moving forward for, and worth loving.