In the All Time
I may just need to keep this shirt. It’s that worn-in softness that you can live in and not feel worn out in. It’s the shirt you lie next to your love in, it’s the shirt that you lean close in, it’s the shirt that’s with you in your meantime. I’m in my meantime. What does that even mean? Life isn’t a meantime- it’s an all time. I just realized I don’t like that word anymore.
Relationships are born and they die and yeah, so that’s life. But some people say that the frame between these relationships is your meantime. That those who enter and leave- they’re your meantimes until you find the one. But for me? They are the ones who loved me all of the time. And that doesn’t sound like a meantime to me.
I’m just happy that the one who let me borrow this shirt is still my friend- the worn-in softness kind. Life’s short. Keep the ones you love/loved around.
What else is happening in my all time besides vowing to use “simultaneously” instead of “in the meantime” because it sounds more action-focused? This week I’m looking forward to seeing two New York City bloggers and friends, James of The Mod Revival and Gabe of Pleats Are For Lovers and Gabe Alonso. On Friday, I’ll be out around Los Angeles for the highly-anticipated Fashion Night Out where I’ll be stopping by The Grove to hang out with my fellow Two Point Oh! LA members at the Bloggers’ Cafè. Here’s to a a short work week with fabulous fashion and fashionably fabulous friends!