Lately I’ve been forced to relearn a hard
lesson. As of about two weeks ago I
decided it was time for a career change.
Sometimes you just know when it’s time to move on. For someone who has absolute disdain for anything different, this is a major happening. On the
other hand, I’m beginning to realize there’s a certain freedom that comes with
change that is truly awesome. Basically,
I’m learning to let go.
If you know me personally you’re aware of
the fact that I love listening to music on my turntable. I even have a special room in my house
devoted specifically to this activity. This room
consists of a vintage record player, many crates full of my treasured
albums, and one lovely Indian carpet that I lie on. In fact, I think there’s probably a worn
section in the shape of my silhouette on this rug's surface. Now I'll admit there's been several times I’ve considered
investing in a piece of furniture, in order to enjoy my music more comfortably. As time goes by it seems to
be getting progressively harder to relax on a hardwood floor and not have, "dead
legs," upon standing. However, I just can’t
seem to take the leap to legitimate seating. I
guess I've always liked lying on the floor. It just seems so bohemian,…so not adult-like…so, “Dude...ish."
Yes, I’ll admit it. I’m one of the MANY individuals who adore the movie, “The Big Lebowski.”
Not only does this film have one of the finest soundtracks, it
contains possibly the most inspiring character I’ve ever been introduced
to. “The Dude,” is one of those personalities
I’ve always aspired to be. For God’s
sake the man walks around in public wearing Cowichan sweaters and Jelly shoes! He unabashedly writes checks for under a
dollar and seems to never get bent out of shape about anything…unless it has to
do with someone peeing on his favorite rug…because as we all know, “That rug really
tied the room together!” Basically, what
it comes down to is, “The Dude,” possesses a version of Zen that almost
seems attainable when one is lying on their favorite Indian carpet while listening to Bob Dylan. In addition, combine this with the fact that
I now find myself temporarily between jobs and I feel like I may have finally unlocked
the door to, “The Dude’s,” universe!
As a result of my recent change of pace, I’ve
noticed my wardrobe altering. I find myself drawn to the, “ugly,” pants in
my closet. They’re just so darn
comfortable! I also seem to be wearing a wallet chain.
What tha?! Lastly, I've finally unearthed my Jelly shoes, which seem like a real no-brainer now. One won’t find a more comfortable option for footwear out there…except when a rock gets stuck in the sole of them. Yep, that sucked when it happened in fourth
grade and it still sucks now! Upon
taking pictures of this ensemble I gasped at the realization that, “I’m starting to transform into, “The Dude!” One would think that a 36 year old female
style blogger would be horrified by this thought, but I must admit I was
excited.
I find great comfort in letting the quest
for perfection go. For as long as I can
remember I’ve always tried to create a facade of faultlessness. I seem to need people to like me. I want others to refer to me as, “That witty girl
who never stops making me laugh. You know
the one who always wears the fantastic outfits, and can you believe she’s in her late
30’s?!”
Of course, looking at these pictures now and
reflecting on my favorite movie character I find myself asking, “What would, “The
Dude,” want others to say about him?" The
only answer I can come up with is, “The Dude,” would never think of something
as trivial as that.” It now seems clear that, “The Dude,” is only
concerned with HIS daily interests and of course, the condition of his
rug. Lying here now on my rug, wearing my
Jelly shoes, I find myself only concerned with whether to put Stevie Wonder or Fleetwood Mac on the old turntable. I look down at my beloved carpet and find myself smiling at the idea that, “Boy, this rug really does tie the
room together.”
-r.
T Shirt: Junk
Food
Jeans: Thrifted
Shoes: Thrifted
Purse: Frye
Wallet Chain: (Gift
from a friend)
Bracelet: Thrifted
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