For the longest time I steered away from wearing white, specifically white pants. I've of course worn white before, I don't have an issue with the color... I'm actually quite fond of it, it's right on par with black (yeah I know it's not technically a color :P). Anyway for as long as I've steered away from the white slacks I've suffered that time ruining the white clothes I did wear. I don't know how it happens... it's just cosmic because I almost always wind up wearing white on the same days that I happen to eat pasta. Pasta sauce is the bane of my existence. :P My lover, my killer. I can't eat pasta and not get something on myself. It's always a crime scene. And now that I've taken to white jeans and slacks my white paranoia has tripled.
I hate the constant maintenance. In a way I do and I don't. I don't care for it right when I slip them on only because they're so fresh and getting them dirty means spoiling them. When they're new, right outta the wash, they're sorta like blank canvases coveted for their purity. And you don't draw on these... they're meant to stay blank. But it only takes time before I stop giving a shit, then I begin to enjoy the mess. I liken the experience to trying to stay cool and dry on a hot Summer day. You do all that you can to avoid the inevitable, burdened by the stress of maintaining order and only find relief when you give up. You let the heat in, the sweat bead and realize it's not the end of the world. Then you kinda enjoy the experience. You want more of it. Granted, I'm not fretting the smudge I noticed a couple of hours ago but that doesn't mean I'm about to jump into any mud puddles. :P I'm just not sweating it as much as I was earlier in the day. It's really about maintaining a neutral position in the war between order and chaos... or at least trying to find a balance between the two. Sometimes you just have to let go. It's not so bad to have a little disorder, a little mess. You gotta let what happens happen. Que sera, sera.
DS333, smudged.
2 comments:
Hmm WHITE love the color as well but like you I always eat pasta on the white shirt or white bremuda shorts days. I think they should start making pasta sauce white so we wouldn't have to worry about it! I love white clothes and jackets but then I dont want to wear them to keep them perfect like you mentioned. But I too enjoy the little marks the seem to multiply as the day goes on. Sure it be kinda of nice if they werent there,but what can you do thats life. A big open canvas that you make your own and you paint your own picture. You can always start again and you can always add on.But you can also copy someone else and paint over. If you didnt get that sorry. My brain is a bit of a mess today.
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Kim
Don't sweat it, you don't have a monopoly on messy brains. :P As for white pasta sauce... I think that's a no-go. Red pasta sauce is the spice of life, it makes things more exciting. It's good to stay on your toes every now and again. In the end it's nothing to loose your cool over and it could always be worse, at least it's not blood. :P ;)
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