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i accept chaos, i’m not sure whether it accepts me
WHAT I’M WEARING: LACK OF COLOR WIDE BRIM FEDORA, ZARA DRESS, ZINDA BROGUES & CARRE ROYAL ENVELOPE CLUTCH
‘Wait, where are my keys’ or ‘hold on , I can’t find my wallet’…’damn, did I lose my iphone, where is it?’ – these are questions that come out of my mouth a dozen times daily. You see, I’m organized but only in certain ways… when it comes to many of life’s quotidian rituals, I am an absolute mess. I fumble and rummage to find things only to swiftly lose them again. I’ll walk down the block, order an iced latte to then realize my wallet is somewhere at home, underneath a book or next to a shoe in a corner of the kitchen. I’ve locked myself out of every apartment I’ve lived in, misplaced my passport mere hours before many flights and a few weeks ago, I forgot my iphone at a vintage boutique inside a wicker bag I was considering buying. I’ve left many expensive lip balms and bronzers in my wake, all over the world, using them and misplacing them somewhere random, never to be found again. Sincerely and so disastrously, I am a mess in small but hugely irritating ways. I’ll wander around absent-minded, thoughts strewed elsewhere…and my stuff scatters as sporadically as my brains tends to. Recently someone commented on how incessantly difficult I was making my life by being so disorganized in all these tiny ways. To be honest, I never really thought about it, but moreover, embraced it as part of who I am. Aloof, distracted, airy in that vague way that lends itself to disarray. But their words rang true…and soon after, this Carre Royal oversized wallet or perhaps, downsized clutch arrived on my doorstep. Butter soft leather in an easy envelope format was surprisingly, the solution to some of my daily chaos. You see, in this clutch goes my wallet, iphone, keys, passport, lipstick (and I won’t lie, a few stray dog treats for Biba too) – as long as everything important is always in here, it doesn’t matter where it ends up, be it in my hand or in the dark deep depths of whatever monster of a handbag I chose for the day. I can embrace and indulge my incessantly scattered thoughts as long as everything else is contained in here. All that tiny daily chaos sealed away and safe in this cute little envelope. I’ll never not be able to pay for a latte again, or so I hope.
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