The Fashion World has roared: “Prints are in.”

I was bold in junior high.  I wore various printed tops to class: bright beetles and satin comic-strips.  It got attention.

The chutzpah slipped away in high school, and ultimately disappeared in college.  The mantra on campus was look like everyone else.

Spring 2011 Fashion is not my motivating factor.   {Enter red-head and The Magic School Bus.}

Ms. Frizzle.  The teacher’s fancy frocks remind me of true glamour.

Where does Ms. Frizz shop?  Does she design her own clothing line?  Is she on  Is her first name Fran? Lots. of. questions.

Despite my fictitious admiration for the scientist, I do realize she does not exist. But I do believe that many crafty women carry little pieces of Ms. Frizz’s splendor and philosophy as they roam the streets.

Let the Frizzle wild.  Rock the rhinos.


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The end of “nice”

May 27, 2010

Cheers to the wild Self.  Imbibe.  Whatever you do this weekend, do not “be nice”.

Side note: My week felt like this frizzle of a doll.

“I’ll tell you right now, the doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious.  If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door.  If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door.  If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.

…The early training to ‘be nice’ causes women to override their intuitions.  In that sense, they are actually purposefully taught to submit to the predator.  Imagine a wolf mother teaching her young to ‘be nice’ in the face of an angry ferret or a wily diamondback rattler.”

-Clarissa Pinkola Estés, PhD, Women Who Run With the Wolves

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A rupture in the rules

December 9, 2009

“When you’re with a man you like, be quiet and mysterious, act ladylike, cross your legs and smile.  Don’t talk so much.  Wear black sheer pantyhose and hike up your skirt to entice the opposite sex!  You might feel offended by these suggestions and argue this will suppress your intelligence or vivacious personality.  You may feel that you won’t be able to be yourself, but men will love it!”

-From The Rules by Ellen Fein and Sherrie Schneider

Write your own rules.  Send to me, and I’ll share.
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“In the early 1960’s McCall’s has been the fastest growing of the women’s magazines.  Its contents are a fairly accurate representation of the image of the American woman presented, and in part created, by the large-circulation magazines.  Here are the complete editorial contents of a typical issue of McCall’s (July 1960):

1.  A lead article on ‘increasing baldness in women,’ caused by too much brushing and dyeing

2.  A long poem in primer-size type about a child, called ‘A Boy Is A Boy’

3.  A short story about how a teenager who doesn’t go to college gets a man away from a bright college girl.

… 6.  A short story about a nineteen-year-old girl sent to a charm school to learn how to bat her eyelashes and lose at tennis. (‘You’re nineteen, and by normal American standards, I now am entitled to have you taken off my hands, legally and financially, by some beardless youth who will spirit you away to a one-and-a-half-room apartment in the Village while he learns the chicanery of selling bonds.  And no beardless youth is going to do that as long as you volley to his backhand.’)

… 8.  An article on ‘how to overcome an inferiority complex.’

… 12.  Four glamorous pages on ‘reduce the way models do.'”

-Betty Friedan, The Feminine Mystique

How much or little have women’s magazines changed in 2009?  Take a look at the latest issues hanging around your desk, toilet, or bedroom. 
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Pocket-sized Intuition

June 18, 2009

Your pocket-sized intuition

My pocket-sized intuition is a bridesmaid cake decoration from the '60's. l like her style. To clarify, my mantra is not "always a bridemaid..." That's just silly.

I love a good story.

I just finished Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estés, PhD, and my head is whirling with wild imagery.  The best bites come from Estés’ story of Vasalisa, the girl who carried her pocket-sized doll while lost in the woods.

The doll is the symbol of what lies buried in humans that is numinous.  It is a small and glowing facsimile of the original Self.  Superficially, it is just a doll.  But inversely, it represents a little piece of soul that carries all the knowledge of the larger soul-Self.

… the doll represents the inner spirit of us as women; the voice of inner reason, inner knowing, and inner consciousness.  The doll is like the little bird in fairy tales who appears and whispers in the heroine’s ear, the one who reveals the hidden enemy  and what to do about it all.  This is the wisdom of the homunculus, the small being within.  It is our helper which is  not seeable, per se, but which is always accessible. …

We feed the deep intuitive self by listening to it and acting upon its advice.  It is a personage in its own right, a magical dollish-sized being which in habits the psychic land of the interior woman.  In this way it is like the muscles in the body.  If a muscle is not used, eventually it withers.  Intuition is exactly like that: without food, without employment, it atrophies.

Feed your doll (Twizzlers and perhaps carrots for the health-conscious) and stick her in your jean pocket.  She’s a sweet reminder that your gut feeling is usually right on target.  We like to conveniently forget that at times.

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Kenneth Cole Ad Campaign - We All Walk in Different Shoes

Kenneth Cole Ad Campaign - We All Walk in Different Shoes

“There is no ‘supposed to be’ in bodies.  The question is not size or shape or years of age, or even having two of everything, for some do not.  But the wild issue is, does this body feel, does it have right connection to pleasure, to heart, to soul, to the wild?  Does it have happiness, joy?  Can it in its own way move, dance, jiggle, sway, thrust?  Nothing else matters.”

-Clarissa Pinkola Estés, PhD

I ripped this ad out of the newspaper.  I can’t throw it away which is a rare thing.   Aimee Mullins is a paralympic athlete, actor, and president of The Women’s Sports Foundation.  Thank Mullins’ mama (and pop) for this stunning role-model.

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Love my paisley 'brella from my dad. He pegged my style.

We should start an umbrellution.  Pitch your bleak and broken, eye-threatening umbrellas and invest a lil’ love in a vibrant ‘brella with some tang. Transform the sidewalk into a crusty canvas.

Brighten the canopy.  Play in puddles.  Prance around the park.  You get the idea.

Sounds like bliss. How do we do it?

Let the wise Spokes speak.

Spoke One: Spread the flare via gift-giving. The average person would rather purchase 2 Blue Moons before ever swiping the AMEX for our dear ‘brella.

But a gift.  A gift is special.  The recipient may seem indifferent towards the umbrella, but deep down they know they are part of a bigger plan – the ‘lution.

Spoke Two: Well spoken.    … overkill??

Support other ‘brella folk with a simple head-nod.  A smile, perhaps.  If you’re really feeling bold, compliment the most dazzling design of the day.  We’re encouraging excellence here.

Spoke Three is unavailable due to assault and battery charges of a pedestrian.  Both parties involved did not exercise Umbrella Etiquette, unfortunately.

If you have a quirky umbrella photo, please send for a post!

A gift for my mom  (Credit: Pylones-USA)

A gift for my mom (Credit: Pylones-USA)

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