Clean, crisp, chic.
What does white say to you?
Across (almost) all cultures and communities, the colour white represents purity, innocence, light. For many of us, it also symbolises the dawn of a new day. A fresh start. Be it from our own sins or the looming, long shadows of those of our fathers. In these current times of fragility and uncertainty, it would seem only natural for us to harken back to white, to what it stands for.
S T R E N G T H
All things good.
Aren’t you as tired as I am to watch the most horrid, torrid happenings on the telly? Tired and frustrated and sad and angry? I’ve been told (by a therapist) that my emotions are quite expected under such circumstances. That I shouldn’t be too hung up over feeling so helpless and trapped. Apparently, the sensation of being powerless is rather the norm.
Still, one can’t help but strain against the cords that bind, and that, my friends, is the honest to God reason why I’m so down with this month’s theme of all white.
Perfect timing, no?
To promote purity and innocence and light. Propagate the notion of a clean slate. Given everything the world has witnessed, and been through the last few months, it could do with an intense purge, don’t you agree? After all, I’ve heard it said that out of the darkness, comes light.
TO LIGHTEN UP YE HEAVY HEARTS
That’s what I feel the Fab 40s are doing this month, with the All White theme Mary picked. While we may not (yet) be able to change the world, or put an end to senseless acts of violence, we can (at the very least) shine a little light through our words and actions. Offer hope. For while we may be divided in terms of who we love, and what our faiths dictate, hope remains universal. Impartial. It knows neither racial nor social discrimination.
You may think I’m spewing utter nonsense. That this is all very kumbaya-around-the-campfire nonsense. How could something so trivial and superficial and materialistic as dressing up do anything to even remotely make a difference?
The act of getting dressed is solace for many. The art of writing has saved countless others. For me, blogging is therapy. It has helped (and continues to) with my depression and insecurities. Take the case of having gained 85lbs through steroids. Before that, I hardly ever took photos of myself because I looked in the mirror and saw a fat cow (I know, I’m working on it). After putting on the weight, I was forced to start feeling more confident in myself as a person because that was the only way I could stay sane. To open my eyes in the morning. To get out of bed. To function.
And even now, even after having lost 40lbs, I’m still writing. Actualising thoughts into words is my salvation. My saving grace. Through it, I no longer feel “so weird” and “all alone“. I believe my voice is heard, that I amount to something, that what I say and think and feel, have value. Far and beyond assisting cash registers to ring merrily for brands and products.
Now, add eight women into the mix. Eight very different women, spanning a plethora of ethnicities and religious beliefs (and geographical locations). Congregating every single month. United in one purpose. If we can set aside personal agendas, collectively leave egos at the front door, perhaps, just perhaps, those wheels of change would start moving? Yes, it’s a lot of wishing and hoping.
BUT ISN'T THAT HOW ANYTHING MONUMENTAL BEGINS?
Onto the (delightfully distracting) matter at hand. Attire. In (almost) all white.
When I look at Ann and what she’s wearing this month, I think back to those ole world days of classy dames and classic lines. There’s something immensely elegant about her outfit (albeit a mesh of top with bathing suit and shorts) which begs a second (and third) look.
Then there’s this lady. Tailored white suit. Funky sneakers. Polished make-up and perfectly imperfect coif. Signature infectious grin. One glance at Diane and I see her channelling Ms Keaton (and ever so perfectly at that). The sleek lines of her immaculate blazer and culottes proffering the best foil for quirky footwear and studded clutch.
Of late, I’ve begun thinking less of Jennie’s style as being pretty and preppy, and more of being independent and opinionated. I’m very well aware that those aren’t typically words used to describe a person’s sartorial choices but in this case, I do feel they work beautifully. This feminine being has the heart and soul of a tiger, and I adore that/her.
I can’t help drawing parallels this month, it would seem. The instant I saw Mary’s picture, the words, “Kennedy family weekend at the Hamptons” popped straight into my head!! What a look (you’re such an enabler, Mary, I bought all 4 colours!!). Could it be I’m yearning for those hazy, lazy days of popcorn and pretzels, of fun and laughter, with nary a care or worry?
Although this here is a somewhat subdued palette from our resident colour (and print) maestro, Sam, her outfit delivers the visually powerful punch we’ve come to recognise (and adore) her for. It’s sophisticated but not yawn-inducing. It’s classic yet fun. It’s all white and far from being prim or proper. It’s playful, and that’s Sam.
Join me in saying a big hello to Veronica, please. I’m been toiling (quietly and furiously behind the scenes), to find someone to beautifully represent the plus size community for ages, and I’m elated she’s joined The Fab 40s crew!! Down-to-earth, genuine, and passionate. That describes Veronica to a tee, and I can’t imagine anyone not being inspired by her.
And now, we have a special guest this month. Or guests. Hey there, Nicki and Ornella of My ONO Lifestyle. I mean, seriously. The visual treats these ladies present with their blog posts is just ridiculous. Can you imagine living in Greece? Alright, alright, or Italy?? (sorry, the man is having a fit that I’m not mentioning Italy). It’s like having your private Aladdin’s cave of backdrops. Right there in your backyard. Or frontyard. I haven’t even begun gushing over their clothes yet. Nicki (left) is showing a sun-kissed shoulder (or two) in that crisp maxi with the gorgeous Broderie Anglais trim at the hem. And Ornella’s off-white number with that sexy corset lace-up back is the embodiment of a Grecian Goddess, with arm cuff and gilded sandals et al.
And there’s me. Keeping it simple and uncomplicated. Easy and mostly white, airy and light. If the world were but that too.
GO FORTH AND SHINE
Pay it forward, and be a light for someone else?
p/s my photos by Sofia Touassa
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