The Fitted

The more I move, the more I write. Words come with each step I make and each train I take. I love you all for showing me you and letting me be me. I’ll never put down this pen; ever again.

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This post is dedicated to my recent discovered treasures; both in fashion and in friendship.
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How often is it that we find the perfect fit? We are sometimes lucky enough to be blessed with this rare occurrence. We search for those perfect pair of shoes. You know, those shoes that look great and feel like slippers. Were always on the hunt for that next pair of favorite jeans. Those “made for you” jeans. Or that one hat that hugs you like a fitted.

You fall in love quick with the perfect fit. You never want to leave it’s side. It’s your new bestie. And when you find it, the connection is instant. You are magnetically drawn to it and hear it click. You are there in the mirror with it half way on and you just know.

As a child, my sister always told me to try things because I might like it. “How do you know if you haven’t tried it?” We must try everything on for size. Some initial encounters are misleading. We judge from a far. We look at a dress on its hanger but we’re reluctant to give it a chance. We judge people by the way they look or sound, never considering for a moment that they might be that shoulder we lean on in the future.

So, with life like a puzzle and fashion like a rubik’s cube, we search. We search for beauty. We try to find peace. We seek seamless connections to people, to things and to ourselves. We crave that perfect fit to everything from our clothes to our relationships and all throughout our lives.

This need is universal. Were in this constant effort to make things right. We rearrange to find perfection. As I write this, I scan my living room and I can’t ignore the desperate need to move the furniture to make it fit in the room better; be more symmetrical; make more visual sense. Some spaces, some outfits and some relationships are more challenging than others. They need adjusting. But should we keep forcing when it just doesn’t fit? Isn’t it so much easier to just take away. Remove from the picture. Clean up the space. Simplify.

I question if we push aside our desire to find the right fit? Do we ignore it and simply settle for less? Regardless, well always be on a mission to find that snug size. We’ll always search for a friend who can finish our sentences. Or hope to come across that lover who we are chemically drawn to so we can experience that flawless kiss. Or we keep talking so we can have that one conversation that sounds like a perfect melody. It exists but it’s rare. And when it finds you, you don’t want to let it go. You have no choice but to embrace it. You become involuntarily attached to what fits you. It’s magic when life hands you a hat that hugs you like a fitted. All we can do is keep our eyes open, so we don’t miss the perfect size.

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As I was working on this post, I found a strange parallel to Bill Cunningham’s recent “On the Street” topic. Was Bill and I on the same wavelength? Oh, how I wish!

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