September is my birthday month, but I'm not alone: September happens to be the biggest month for birthdays in the United States, by far.
Makes sense, right? All that mistletoe and Champagne hitting nine or so months before. Smile.
I'm a contented September baby and I love my birthday. No qualms over getting a year older; it is a privilege to be able to move forward along my timeline on this planet right now. Beyond a privilege, actually. It is a lark, a challenge, and a ball. Sometimes all in one day.
Grateful.
Every birthday I try and incorporate better ways of living, thinking, working, and being with the world into my life. Some of those things fall way, way by the wayside come October, but I tend to cling to a few new mantras and paths.
"Easing up" is one focus for this year ahead. In all things. (Translation: Being more attentive with where I apply intensity and purpose; some minimal matters are simply not worth my worry.)
But it isn't all deep thoughts 'round Casa Painter. I've decided to wear more brooches this year, because I'm mad for them, they're fun and inexpensive buys found in the best thrift store shoe boxes, and I won't have to pay much nevermind to other areas of my outfit if I'm be-brooched. (Part of the whole "easing up" plan.)
My neighbor is a vintage collector/buyer by trade, and many costumers for movies set in the '50s/'60s/'70s shop her collection. A couple of times a year she has a huge everything-must-go sale, so I swung by and picked up a quartet of brooches.
I can't wait to swan about in these! Oh, and swan I shall. I'm starting tonight.
(And, yep, that makes two fashion posts in a row. I'll be back to doughy long looks and behind-the-scenes commentary soon.)
