I know I will be just one of many to write on how
seems to have escaped me, all the years of my life and I don’t anticipate that changing anytime soon.
I predict that will be the overlying opinion, as most wouldn’t admit just how elegant they really may be or have been at one time.
Or maybe they will tell a tale of a time they’ve felt most elegant in their own lives, like for prom, at a fancy party, or wedding of their own or someone else’s.
I wore dresses as a little girl, but hated the leotard. It made me extremely itchy.
I stopped wearing dresses after that, as I was small and then, suddenly, I wasn’t.
I am not necessarily saying a girl needs to wear a dress to be considered elegant, but it helps.
It’s one of those self image/body image things probably, but I realize I am not alone with that.
How do you really feel elegant anyway? What does it take? The proper amount of self image, the perfect dress, or for other people to acknowledge the level of elegance that radiates?
I always loved that song:
ever since I was young.
It felt like the most romantic song. Never mind it was about a lady in red, which just so happened to be my favourite colour, but the lady in the song seemed, in my opinion, to be the epitome of elegance.
Everyone wanted to dance with her. All the other guys were jealous. All this added up to the perfect romantic song, like a favourite fairy tale or romance novel.
But now, as we speak of elegance, the song comes back to me. I can’t be that, do not know how to become that, how to transform myself into anything resembling that.
I am more of a plain, regular, average home body kind of a girl. Of all the definitions I’ve read of elegance, that is not me. Even if I could transform into something even remotely close to that, it would be only for a short moment in time, and then it would be back to being plain old me.
Elegant equals fancy and I guess, if it comes to that, I would rather eat a pizza and a salad, instead of fish eggs and snails, but maybe, just once…
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4 thoughts on “Just Jot It January: leotards, romance, and snails #JusJoJan”
Thanks for the shout-out! Violin! That is a great instrument. I’m sure you’ll have fun with that. I really love the title of this post. “Leotards, romance and snails.” Fantastique! 🙂
Ah. Merci beaucoup.
Maybe elegance is meant to be special and only for short moments. Great post and great song. One of my boyfriends used to call me: my lady in red 🙂
Perhaps you are right.