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Flying Kites and Beautiful Clothes | |
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What happens when you decide to be who you are and say what you think and not care what anyone else thinks, When you have had it up to here and you are sick and tired of being told what to wear. You are “successful” but you haven’t taken vacation in years, been to the beach to fly a kite and delight in the cold, misty air and the gusting wind which makes flying a kite as challenging for you as your six year old, and delighted in that slight chill of a misty rain at the beach, and a warm bowl of soup and a walk through town, and the loose sweater which you can’t wear to the office because it isn't appropriate, where the rules are different and seem arbitrary, as though that was a world on a different planet. When your mother was young she worked at Mademoiselle Magazine and wore white gloves and hosiery which matched her shoes. She quit her job to have children and be a mom, a full-time job in 1957. When did that job description change? Because the one day you stayed home to take care of your sick child every one at the office acted as though you had broken some rule, the dirty little secret that you had two jobs, two lives. In one life you cut through the red tape and were known as a tough cookie. You wore shoulder pads and suits with brass buttons, and in the other life you read stories to your kid and took long nature walks in the park, only the truth is you had to wear the suit more and more and one day you just wanted to go to the beach, not once in a great while, but every time there was a windy misty kite kind of day and you walked out of the office. To go fly a kite. You got a new kind of job. You kept the mom job, because while the pay was terrible, the perks were terrific. You sat at at the kitchen table after breakfast, and you tapped away on your laptop, and you started painting again and you went to fly that kite. And no one got it. But you felt better, and the dark red suit with the brass buttons kept getting pushed further and further into the closet and one day you had to go to a BIG meeting inspired by all that tapping you had done, so you dug it out. Because it is the kind of thing you are supposed to wear to a meeting. It looked downright silly. After all, you’d been sitting at your kitchen table for months now tapping out your ideas, and flying kites with a six year old, (and truth be told once or twice by yourself after you dropped the kid at school, having way too much fun). Like the idea of wearing white gloves, it just seemed so old. On the other hand, you couldn’t show up in your jammies. Could you? What DO you wear to work, in this new century when you have created your dream job and there are no rules about what you are supposed to wear? (You're not supposed to be able to go fly a kite every time the wind comes up, you’re not supposed to get meetings with CEOs of major corporations from the ideas you generate at your kitchen table between 9:15 and 3:10. But you do. (It is happening). While you don’t know what to wear, you also want to stop in at your old office to just say hi, and you want your clothes to say, I have a great life, and I don’t have to wear uncomfortable suits anymore, and.... Everyone should try this. You should go fly a kite! I’ve been designing great clothes for you, great women, who fly kites and take meetings with CEOs , who also want to look smashing at the opera. I began at my kitchen table in the hours between 9:15 and 3PM in 1992. I make beautiful, timeless, elegant clothes for women who aspire to change their worlds, and fly kites, too. |
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