The holidays are generally perceived as a season conducive to transformation. More specifically, as a time of year in which we are encouraged to discover our highest potentials, whether through fashion purchases or new fitness routines or home repairs or to-do list pursuits, thus preparing our very best selves for full emergence in the new year.
But I'm feeling kind of lazy this December. Sure, I'd make a few changes in an ideal world (see: possibly wearing my hair curly more often but only if I can perfect it like Lorde, finding a job for after college, committing myself to looking French every single day, building my immune system, exploring other exercise options outside of the treadmill power walk standby). BUT WHO HAS THE TIME, RLY?
That being said, I'm quite happy to let something else do the transforming for me, or rather, transform something else in my stead. A girl's gotta have projects, amirite?
So yesterday I made a beeline for the nearest object in need of some projected seasonal refurbishment, which at the time happened to be a red-and-tan striped cashmere blanket draped over the chair in my parents bedroom. And I was all hey, blanket, are you ready to meet the New You? I won't even make you drink green juice! And promptly wrapped it around my neck. I would go as far as to say that this wasn't simply a run of the mill seasonal transformation. Nay, friends, it was more. Much more. It was a bonafide reincarnation of Dalai Lama proportions. My parents' blanket had officially discovered a freshly rendered life in the form of my brand new most favorite scarf. It was the best of times, it was the warmest of times. Happy almost 2014, you crazy sack of yarn!
With one such triumph under my belt, I would now encourage YOU to pick up your own pair of rose-colored, seasonally bedazzled glasses and see the world of inanimate objects around you for what it really is: a vast landscape filled with displaced transformational potential. Perhaps your teapot is looking a bit lackluster this season and could possibly moonlight as a 2014-ready hat. Or maybe the humidifier in your room is destined to be an ottoman, give or take some chartreuse upholstery.
All I'm saying is if Scarlet O'Hara could make a bangin' dress out of green velvet curtains to save Tara, we should certainly take up the mantle of her repurposing legacy and very possibly reap its benefits in a similar fashion, Rhett Butler or no Rhett Butler.
And if anything, Scarlet taught us that transforming objets du maison and giving them new life can have a very powerful trickle-down effect: namely, a transformation of the self that follows suit. For example, whilst waltzing around in my neck-smothering
Zara sweater, Uniqlo jeans, C'est Simone trench coat, Nine West shoes, Armand Diradourian
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