still dreaming

"What were your dreams when you were younger?" 

Today I happened to read the question and thousand things came up, but not an answer. I don't remember and it sounds terrible, I feel compelled to come up with something. If I concentrate my thoughts, I will surely remember. 

Of course, how can I not have dreamt to become a veterinarian? I remember my mom wanting to be a stewardess to travel the world ... but I didn't. One of my brothers wanted to be a fireman, great. Not me. My daughter wants to be a writer and get into Princeton. Chapeau! Still don't remember. Is this selective memory or a senile moment?

Still, I really didn't want to be anybody. Lack of ambition and goals set?

Don't think too much, just answer, I invited myself.

I did not have dreams when young, I was living my life enjoying being a girl. I wasn't thinking at what I wanted from my life. I left dreams, illusions, expectations, delusions, wishes, goals, prospects, ideals to when I was older. Weak theory to support considering my favorite book is "The Little Prince". There is no bigger dreamer: the planet, the rose, the elephant, the snake and the hat ...

Anyhow, I didn't stop there and randomly asked my closest friends and the answers were the most disparate:

"Still young and dreaming!"

"I always dream and will do it forever!"

The word dream was interpreted night dream and someone told me that they still remember their recurrent dreams being nightmares (thank God they didn't come true!)

Now. 

This coming in the moment of the year when I review my 2009 resolutions (accomplished and failed) and list the new ones for 2010 is insanely appropriate. How inspiring is to begin the list with the exhortation: Dream!

Happy New Year.

please, please, please

the perfect holiday movie came out: a story of a humble, hardworking girl, a frog, a prince and a dream come true: the Prince.
through the words of my daughter, "once, her father once told her to seek for the North Star and make a wish. at night, when in bed, she peeked through the curtains, found the star in the dark blue sky, squeezed her eyes and heart and ... please, please, please... made her wish".
it was her gift for her birthday: all he could afford. he was not there anymore when it came true, however it did and it was his life's celebration.
touching thoughts for the best time of the year to make a wish, under the mistletoe or looking at the star, it doesn't matter. what it does is the intensity of that squeeze.
may this be my wish for the biggest wishes come true for each of you. remember not to say it loud nor to share it with anybody, just squeeze your heart and look at it before shipping it to the North Star. 
believe you can, accept yourself and the dream will come true.

  

the "workerist".

we have heard it one too many times. 

no more splurging, just cautiously adjust to the times and pause. 

so here's how it goes.

"how could I resist those perfect black platform booties I have been searching for since the September Vogue came out. that's an investment I will wear every day." 

then.

"remember I always wanted that black Tuxedo jacket with satin lapels? they called me they had my size left and it's a sign. it will last forever, it's a closet staple that even girlie will be able to enjoy it when she grows up." 

now, I must complete the look with a white tank and black sequined leggings and I can easily do it with less than $50 and still be fabulous. the perfect envelope clutch and some bib black onyx necklace I found at the Sunday's flea market.  here is where the "workerist" comes out. that's where Haute Gamme meets Hobo. it is the Depression Era of 2009. they also call us "frugalista", which for some reasons reminds me of the latest Paris Chanel show: barn, hay and Couture. 

the question is : are we wearing Couture in a demure, understated way or are we launching to the stars regular, basic, everyday, washer and dryer clothing. 

are we finding an excuse to wear Couture on a daily basis taking it a notch down with the ribbed white top and flip flops? or are we "dressing up" the basic with some glamorous, stunning piece of Couture? the difference is subtle, the message is bold. 

before it used to be: you are either the aspirant (able to only acquire one couture piece for the season and got to mix it with my closet) or you are the "got to possess the entire look n.14 from the fall runway and will have to  be the first". 

to me, no matter which role you cover, the new Depression era allows everybody to enjoy, own, interpret High Luxury. 

Am I right?