An Everyday Flair

I’m fortunate– dressing for work is never much of a problem for me. Since I work in an automotive shop, I have no choice but to wear work boots and grubby clothes. Even if I don’t look grubby when I arrive at work in the morning, I’m basically guaranteed to by the time I leave at 5 pm! This makes my non-work fashion choices much more interesting. Once at home, it’s often straight into athletic clothes or pajamas; but on the weekends and when I go out I value dressing up even more than I used to.An Everyday Flair

 

This look completely adheres to my fashion formula! I like unfussy separates, like the skinny jeans, basic tank top, and olive green blazer seen here. Most of my outfits have some sort of military or 1940s inspiration; and this ensemble is no different thanks to the red nail polish, leather lace-up booties, and classic Hermes scarf. Aviators are my go-to sunglasses and they go with everything, while gemstone jewellery and a crocodile handbag add a luxurious touch. Wearing outfits like this, I almost forget that most of the time I’m in old t-shirts covered in grease and dust!
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A Garden Built by Thieves: A Poem

This past week, I’ve been low on inspiration. I feel bad for not blogging at all last weekend, but I was just exhausted and I didn’t want to post when my heart wasn’t in it. Today I am still exhausted because work isn’t getting any easier, but I have a poem to share with you. I wrote it over the summer, and I hope you will enjoy it!

A Garden Built by Thieves

Vagrants, perhaps, we shall become

Wandering, ever searching

Though better seen as pilgrims, some

For we follow what is holy.

 

Goodness grows no longer here

In this garden built by thieves

We toiled so to keep the ground clear

But there is nothing now but weeds.

 

This place we loved, now overrun

Invaded by beetles and thorns

The disease here will not be undone

And all life remaining mourns.

The Shards of Childhood: A Poem

A lot of things have been changing in my life over the last little while. I have had very dear friends leave my place of employment, and the very location of most of my work has also changed. The wall in my corner of the shop was demolished recently to make room for new equipment, and now I am working completely removed from the shop in a room outside. It’s been an adjustment, but I am gradually learning to make adjustments! So although my new situation is different, it’s not all bad. I still see my friends, and have made my new work area (almost) feel like home… minus the banter and amusing comments of the mechanics, of course.

I am viewing all these changes with a great deal of optimism and “keep calm and carry on” spirit; but that said, there was a moment once the shop wall was demolished that really struck me. I had a lot of happy times with truly awesome people in that shop, and to see part of it torn down and visibly gone (as well as to be leaving it myself) was sad. The shop was quiet; and as I stood amidst the rubble of the broken wall I imagined how someone living in World War II might have felt, if they were standing in the ruins of their home or workplace and remembering all the happy times past. That moment, although it was a rare gloomy one in a time of general hope, yielded this poem; the setting and subject of which should be self-evident when you read it. As always, I do hope you appreciate it.

The Shards of Childhood

These villains have shattered

With their guns and their mortars, hammers and fists

All that once mattered

To this lonely Vyazma child with a wish.

 

My street now a graveyard,

There is nothing left that isn’t ash or dust

I walk silent, on guard

With a feeling inside more fatal than rust.

 

My footsteps fall slow

Crunching over pieces of memories on the ground

The sorrow that I now know

Whether wise or bitter, is all around.

 

My home destroyed

And childhood’s sweet joy in the hands of thieves

Despair I cannot avoid

It whispers to me like the listless Russian leaves.