Saturday, May 24, 2014
An Old Salt
The bottoms of my shoes are very picturesque, no? (Kidding.) I selected my bulkiest, most boat-shaped pair, because I feel nautical today. It's the result of wearing sailor stripes (sort of) and sharing a color scheme with Popeye. I can't run off to sea, so I settled for riding patio furniture--as opposed to standing unsteadily on the deck of a plucky vessel, plunging through the Pacific Ocean's tumultuous waves. I'm not tryna get scurvy, is what I'm saying. I would rather cherish a sense of small adventure, and watch Pirates of the Caribbean while munching on hardtack.
Part of fashion's appeal is the way an outfit can spark my imagination, triggering a myriad of associations and letting me moonlight in another existence. I'll never be a pirate wench on the high seas, but some horizontal lines and two primary colors are all it takes to catapult me into a swashbuckling fantasy. My rum-swigging stay on a rugged ship may be brief and immaterial, but that's enough to liven things up. Now, where's my parrot?
Seriously, where's Polly?
In the picture above, I was pretending to be on a yacht.