Growing up, I’ve been a clear-cut museum-over-hikes kinda person.
Today, I’d probably still lean toward the former but the line gets fuzzier.
Things about nature – the idea, the affinity, the awe – are only recent nurtures to me. A mix of factors prompted the development. Having a nature-loving, slightly nerdy husband must be the dominant one; and the fascinating theories and life stories of thinkers like Stephen Hawking as well as those destructive natural disasters in recent history aided in shaping its grand landscape in me.
When we wrapped the shoot with a muddy rear and grassy palms but all giggly, I thought perhaps before I knew it, this mud inclination crawled up on me somewhere somehow. Perhaps that also explains my long-standing devotion to natural fabrications like this basic white tee and the not so basic linen skirt.
Without the rustic linen touch, this side-flounce asymmetric skirt would have gained a completely different outlook. I might not have picked it up if it were perfectly pressed and finished in a glossy, polished hand.
Linen gives the dramatic ruffle life. The natural fabric cultivated certain grounded reality and a sense of intimacy in the dressers.
It’s one thing to be a natural and another to be a nurtured. The crystallization of the idea can be more exciting than the idea itself. What do you say?
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