Isn't it funny

I honestly don't know what has come over me, but I've written more in the last twenty four hours than I think ever in my life.

My thoughts have never flowed so fluidly as they have of late. I think it's because I've been reading a lot more and because I've turned so many thoughts over in my own head, and also had some really nice discussions with people, I've been able to quickly put thoughts to paper (well, digital paper) and really deconstruct not only what's been bugging me lately but the entire philosophy behind these things.

There are so many levels to the thoughtful fashion lovers conundrum. In many respects the industry as it stands today could be viewed as a service to consumers (the common American, at best, is a constant consumer). The way "fashion" has become not only so accessible but so affordable seems like a good thing on a surface level investigation. Evens the playing field, if you will. Anyone who makes the fatal decision to look beyond the macro view of the fashion industry is only asking for trouble and heartbreak.

I'm sorry this is the story of how retail's hold on me dissolved and the thrill of shopping was lost. I wish I could tell you that fulfilling my dream of running a vintage shop where I found all the greatest items at insanely low prices and re-sold them for reasonably low prices was special for me, or even enjoyable. I would love to say that my work experience for successful and internationally regarded local clothing store Need Supply Co. taught me all the tricks of the trade, that this fashion laden lifestyle was exciting or fun or even in the slightest bit compelling. There could not be a farther truth. Six solid months at my first retail job left me disgustedly outraged, to say the least. There was no fulfillment in the job, none from the actual work, certainly not any comfort in what would happen after I finished my job, or where the work I was knee deep in had come from before it got to me.

I was thinking earlier about blogs, and how I could never commit myself to one. I started thinking about how there is a weird separation for me, between style and the fashion industry. Such a separation that I think I sometimes both puzzled and unduly enamored by combined lifestyle and fashion blogs. I think I am always fascinated when someone's particular style of dress reflects their actual lifestyleWhen bloggers, or other iconically stylish folks of history

give a little bit

I never share anything, it floats around in my head and never makes it to the page. Pure laziness. I will say, the reason this little name (Rosegold) came to me as it did was because I was brainstorming for what to call my vintage hunt project for Need Supply Co.

Vogue's website did a little french inspired shopping guide feature and a hat that I found on one of my hunts was included. Delightful. It's number 9 on the list and it's a wool Fisherman's cap made in Greece.

anyhoo,

i'm off work tomorrow and I couldn't be happier. It's going to be seventy something degrees. To the river with my right hand man, Moondog? Yes Please.

oh, happy day.

When I imagine my life, 

I see little glowing lights. 

Like a distant city out of focus. 

Lately I've really been dreaming of flowers. Flowers grown in front of corner cafes, cake, and friends. These friends have pretty half full glasses in their hands that they clink together when they want to say something and mean it, and they do, often.


I dream of the most open space for Mooney to run, I dream of somehow containing that within a lively city, the excitement of people always living right outside your own existence, the simple comfort of them passing by.


No dream of mine (and anyone that knows me can tell you this) would be complete without music. Country music, the good kind, and folk singers, If I may have my dying wish. 


I put this blog together tonight, not to say any of this. This whole idea, this name -I think it started as something different, I suppose these kinds of things always do.


I had come across Loretta Flower once before (a dream name, don't you think? Hello - Loretta Lynn, my own GRANDMA, and of course the Townes song). Finding her tonight seemed like a sign from heaven. Her tagline: Loretta Flower is Mary Kathryn Paynter, a floral designer in Austin, Texas that still believes in true love and country music.                            


Amen Sister.


To the many folks that have been flooding me with inspiration and happiness lately, thanks.
(Amy Merrick, Sarah Ryhanen to name a few)
Here's to the happiest new year, friends.