How Fashionable is Liberty? Depends on your culture and status within. But I ask you how Fashionable can it be? Well, let me tell you with a little story of a weekend to visit the relatives in Pennsylvania. First of all, new relatives can be daunting. Are they total casual or dress to the nines types? Worse, are they warring with seperate factions trying to outdo each other in their efforts to be tree-hugging, green-loving, peace-tie dye windmill farm, solar types that wear lots of eco-friendly crocs in subzero weather in direct opposition to the brand-spanked, head-to-toe designers-need-to-eat too, I got it all on sale for somewhere close to my mortgage payment types. After all, some of them were in the clothing industry, so it was a conundrum: what do I wear? In the end I decided to be myself and let the chips fall where they would, which is what I have always done. I did wear white pants with my winter mix, however, because a little niggle of defiance and what season are we on exactly (We just saw prefall 2010, Spring 2010 apparently totally swept under the rug of impatience to be first)? I brought 4 inch booties and red peeptoe stilettos, because, one needs to be prepared.
We elected to drive, my vote did not count, the 7 hours from Cape Cod to Pennsylvania through New York City and over the George Washington Bridge. As we passed the City of Season Fashion Rebirth, I got a glimpse of the the glow. The skyline glittering with the lights of one of the centers of the Universe, according to Fashion. The Empire State Building patriotically lit in red, white and blue winked at me and becokened with emploring, like the Sirens of the Sea, to turn left come play. Then as we sadly let the City sweep by and crossed over the Hudson River on to our destination. Speeding on through the traffic, the highway bent back around in full view of the City, Fashion and Finacial districts hand in hand, and there, beautifully lit and set in emerald like a rare jewel: the Statue of Liberty, her torch buring bright and true. She knows how to wear green and a tiara and make it fashionable, I gotta say. My heart fair to burst, and my neck wrenched from craning, we left them for another time. Sigh.
Hours later, we arrived in the presence of kings; King of Prussia, that is. Totally disoriented because of the dark, I had no idea where we were but light soon dawned when the biggest mall, full of richly fashionable treasures loomed on the horizon. Best of all, we stayed within sight of the king’s golden castle. I mean, I had never been to Prussia but I did love this king already.
The family turned out to be more than fun and the fashion was fabulous, of course. Some of us went to Longwood Gardens to see a spectacular and floral display of Christmas. We lunched at the Terrace Restaurant and toasted the season and each other with Champagne and Yuletide love. We drove through little villages of quinessentially Colonial and domestically civilized gentlemen’s farms, all decked in fashionable Christmas dress.
Then came the Tree Trimming Party. Did I die and go to Charles Dickens Heaven? It was all that and more. It mattered not what earrings were worn or what colors were chosen for the evening, what mattered most was smiles, love, making new friends and sharing the love of the season.