Thank you to everyone for your outpouring of love and support after my last post. Anyone who is or has been a pet owner has to experience the pain of losing a furry companion, but it doesn’t make it any easier. Somehow, writing it on the blog is yet another step in the healing process for me – almost as if being forced to put cyber-pen to cyber paper, I’m admitting it’s real. But I felt your collective hug and it meant more to me than I can ever say.
For some reason, I’ve had this poem in my head all day: “A Tisket, A Tasket” – a nursery rhyme written in 1879 and later made famous in 1938 in a song by Ella Fitzgerald. And maybe it’s just for obvious reasons – I do happen to be carrying a yellow and green basket, after all. But, given my melancholy state of mind after losing a piece of our family, I can’t help but look for hidden meanings. The poem speaks of a love letter lost – of words left unsaid and proclamations of what someone means to us lost in the wind.
A-tisket a-tasket
A green and yellow basket
I wrote a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped it,
I dropped it, I dropped it,
And on the way I dropped it.
A little boy he picked it up
And put it in his pocket.
Though more than a little self-pitying and masochistic (especially now), I let the poem scroll around in my head while I was making my way to work today. I felt profoundly sad about all of the proclamations of love that were intended and lost or intercepted. Dropped along the way, lost to circumstance, unrequited, sent to someone’s junk mail folder, or hidden in the folds of subtext. There are many ways that love can be lost.
But there are many more ways that love can be found. Discovered. Uncovered. Reclaimed. If I am to take a lesson from my sweet pup, it’s to simply love. Find love, look for love. BE love. Wholeheartedly, with abandon. Don’t miss out on the opportunity to tell someone how much they mean to you. The role they play in your life. Don’t let petty (or even not so petty) disagreements keep you from the people you love. And in everything you do, do it with a certain joie de vivre – gleefully accept your morning coffee and bask in the sparkling snowfall and laugh more loudly than is appropriate with your friends in a restaurant. Savor it. Breath it. Revel in it.
Life is too short for love dropped and lost to the wind. We are better than that.
xoxo
Outfit Details:
Dress: When Decades Collide (similar modern or vintage here, here & here)
Necklace: Vintage (similar)
Belt: ASOS (similar)
Handbag: Vintage (similar here & here)
Shoes: Irregular Choice (similar)
Lip Color: Schiap
Eyeliner: Stila
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