Thankfully, I have Ollie who usually chooses my clothes for me. Sure, they do get furry after he puts his paws on them but that is the price I have to pay.
He selected these JCrew fuschia capris that I had to put under a lamp to photograph late last night.
He chose a navy cardigan (also from J Crew) to wear with a cami but keep most of it buttoned he said.
He suggested a J Crew scarf to wear or carry. Methinks he is in cahoots with J Crew.
Though he loves all my artsy jewelry he recommended a classic silver necklace, perhaps it was a Hardy.
Sticking with the classics he let me choose one of these earrings that he had bought me from my favorite Italian store, Contessa.
He even selected my bracelets, Italian again, just to make sure I don't get wild and crazy.
He took a moment to look at the ensemble and then
offered this hand-tooled artisan leather sac with purple handles, made here in Los Angeles.
He felt very exhausted and wanted to know why I had to wear so many things.
He offered these black shoes, ballets, which are not good for walking but boy they are cute.
Morning, after our walks and conversations, I got dressed up to leave.
Cat boys read me this before I could leave.
What knows the heart of road and stages?
What of distant and near, while
it is drunk with love?
Distance and nearness are attributes of bodies,
The journeys of spirits are after another sort.
The journeys of spirits are after another sort.
You journeyed
from the embryo state to rationality
Without
footsteps or stages or change of place,
The journey of the
soul involves not time and place.
And my body learnt from the
soul its mode of journeying,
Now my body has renounced the
bodily mode of journeying;
It journeys secretly
and without form, though under a form."
He added, "One day I was
thus filled with longing
To behold in human form the splendours of 'The Friend,'
To behold in human form the splendours of 'The Friend,'
To witness the Ocean gathered
up into a drop,
The Sun compressed into a single atom;
And when I drew near to the shore of the sea
The day was drawing to a close." (Rumi)
The Sun compressed into a single atom;
And when I drew near to the shore of the sea
The day was drawing to a close." (Rumi)
Then they saw me off. They prepared pawfuls of kisses and blew them in the air.
Ciao everyone!
What nice things you have chosen for the Helsinki visit with Mette. You should have brought you beautiful cats! I am looking forward to reading more of your blog. Loved the poetry. Brought tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteAdored this post. Are these cats from New York? Have they shopped at Filene's Basement in Boston years ago? They are savvy!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem,your cats have chosen a great outfit for the bloggers(well follower) meeting. Ida
ReplyDeleteDear Sanda,
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting us. Our cat boys love people. Mette had a briliiant idea...Sending you love.
Glorious Gnat- I have to sneak in and change your blog name. These cats work for J Crew I think. They are savvy. : )
ida- thank you for visiting. They are more determined than I tend to be and so I get their help. Ollie thinks we should all wear a big orange coat in general. : )
A cat who is a fashion consultant and reads poetry to you? Oh.. I need one of those! Love the colors of your outfit. I'll look for you at the cafe.
ReplyDeleteDarla
Ollie had to have a career as a stylist to the stars in one of his previous nine lives: great eye /paw for details!
ReplyDeleteLovely to have this virutal coffee date with all of you!
Darla- you make me laugh, and thank you for the compliment...he really wanted me to wear fish earrings : )
ReplyDeleteAna- Ollie the stylist, that would be so fun...xx
i need to make an appointment with ollie....
ReplyDeleteMrsLJ., what luck you had, having Ollie choose your clothing. I never ever though of consulting Hampel or Morty.. Perhaps next time.
ReplyDeleteSimply gorgeous outfit, ah the bag!
marie- his services are free for you : ) xx
ReplyDeleteDear Mette- I think you must do that even though you don't need to do it. It was a lot of fun for sure. xx