Let us ride together, Blowing mane and hair, Careless of the weather, Miles ahead of care, Ring of hoof and snaffle, Swing of waist and hip, Trotting down the twisted road With the world let slip. Anonymous riding song.
Along for the ride:
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Having grown up in a world of school uniforms, followed by a decade and a half of "careering" with horses, a dressy outfit consisted of wearing riding breeches and leather boots rather than jeans and muddy Wellies.
My fashion sense has barely progressed since then, as I am now in a construction-related business. I'm more worried about having enough pockets to hold tape measure and cell phone than in how to keep up with brown being the new black etc. My scarves are not artfully draped or knotted, they are to keep me from freezing in a half built house with no windows or doors.
A week ago I had never heard of Cristobal Balenciaga. A chance encounter with an interview on Talk Radio, as I drove from here to there, had me enthralled and wanting to learn more.
Now I can opine about how memorable the creations of this Couturier truly are. The early imprint of his Spanish beginnings show through in the echos of Toreador and Flamenco traditions. Known for his ability to structure a garment into a sculptural statement, Balenciaga well deserved the nickname "Picasso of Fashion".
It is impressive that Balenciaga refused to be interviewed; maintaining that his clothes should be sufficient to speak for themselves. They certainly spoke to me.
If you hear of the "Balenciaga and Spain" exhibit in a museum anywhere near you later this year, I highly recommend taking a tour.
If I were a tree, I would be a London Plane. I am gregarious but enjoy solitude. I am English in my heart and soul, but still have room for other nations. I have lived in six countries and picked up a French husband along the way. We have a wonderful, kind, strong-minded daughter who has become a "Human of whom to be proud". I am a magnet for the lost. I foster collies (and collie cousins and the occasional, accidental, cat or crow). Those I have saved have saved me in return. I notice the world around me and often talk to strangers. Traveling alone is interesting, liberating and fulfilling. I am good at most things that I undertake but have few formal qualifications. I am able to have and treasure friends with whom I disagree about almost everything. My life is not over. Who knows where I am headed?
A ponyism is one of Life's Truths perceived from the perspective of an Effing Pony: - Life's a Bluff! - Those who aspire to make their mark on this world must expect to scrape some skin on the walls of experience. - The greatest value of money is as the currency of Hope.
- To be an Ass or an Asset, that is the question?
-Selective memory is but the first step on the path to magical thinking.
-Not all Baggage comes with wheels. -When your hero is a horse you are less likely to be disappointed than were he a human.
-Unfortunately, great wealth does not always equate with class.
-A dick, surrounded by puppies, remains a dick. -What better antidote to evil than kittens? -Any time you have something heavy, ready to drop, your cat will sit right below and look up at you.