My family hails from a small but steeped in history country, Denmark, a country of fairytales and castles. Soft rolling hills, green pastures, 1000 year old cities. A country surrounded by bodies of water that cradle this now peaceful land like two gentle hands that meet at the tip top in a place called Skagen. The trip to Skagen is magical as you drive you through countrysides of soft rolling hills, and sand dunes that have a life of their own, that literally eat up the buildings of yesteryear. Creamy white sand reclaiming what man has made returning it to the elements from whence it came. A road trip we took many times through country dotted with architecture and structures from a time gone by. Structures of stone and metal, manors, and castles of grandeur, that for most people can only imagine seeing in their dreams. Dreams that bring to life stories, feelings, and thoughts of hope and the future, fairytales and castles, that’s what sexy this week.
In my youth, my Mom would take the whole family downtown to the CNE each and every summer. The Canadian National Exhibition had all kind of fair ground paraphernalia from stuffed toys, to plastic jewelry, and trinkets of all kind. My favourite piece of memorabilia I got each year, was a yellow plastic smily face medallion. That two inch diameter face with the black line smile, and black dots for eyes was happiness to me, and happiness is what’s sexy this week.
Growing up for me wasn’t always the proverbial bed of roses, yes I had a great childhood considered privileged by many outsiders, however I never saw it that way. Fights, schoolyard bullying, teasing, fending for myself, and so much uncertainty and soul searching. I couldn’t wait for the yearly journey to the CNE, to that summertime fantasyland and the opportunity to get my coveted yellow round plastic face with the black eyes and smile.
Beauty truly is in the eyes of the beholder, and art is subject to the same, the interpretations of each and every individual person. The personal tastes of one person are completely different from that of the next, what I like as art, you may not. I try to find beauty in all I see, if not the whole picture, then an element or two of it. I’m busy keeping myself stimulated, inspired, and motivated to keep the dreams alive. Appreciating the creations produced for my enjoyment, art in the eyes of the beholder, that’s what sexy this week.
Lipstick shades come and go, dramatic luscious colours, and throughout the year colour vibrancy changes along with the seasons. In spring time colours lighten up, for the most part summers go nude, and with the fall, colours deepen and intensify. Colour used to make up for the drab of the impending “doom” of the fall and winter seasons. Seasons portrayed as dull and grey and reflected in the fashions of the day, all except the lips. Pouty sexy lips to wear punches of colour through to the returning spring. Dramatic luscious colours in fall, that’s what’s sexy this week.
Beautifully manicured sexy nails, that’s what sexy this week. Many of us remember being told “don’t bite your nails” which doesn’t stop some folks from gnawing away, while others take great care to file, buff, extend and polish the horn-like envelope that cover the tips of fingers and toes. Beautifully, painstakingly painted, and well cared for to finish off the fingers and toes, beautifully manicured nails, that is what’s sexy this week.
For millennia, well manicured nails have been much coveted, a status symbol of days gone by that have attracted the attention of all sexes. Young or old are drawn to looking at the finishes that adorn the tips. Bright shiny, or matte colours, patterns, nail art and little sculptures, even jewelled adornment now add to the allure of a finished nail.
A change of seasons, that’s what sexy this week! I truly believe I’m very fortunate living where I do in the world. Everyone living here has the pleasure of four distinct weather changes. We have our spring, summer, fall, and winter. Seasons that bring with them a change in air temperature, pressure, sun, rain, plant life; seasons very distinct and unique and full of attitude. Seasons much needed for change to take place and keep the cycle of life going, to hibernate, recharge, re-stimulate, be re-born so to speak.
Ontario, where my family settled after immigrating to Canada is a province that truly has a set of very distinct seasons. Autumns of fire in patches of yellow, orange and red, bright vivid colours across a painted landscape. A rich visual delight, admired by many on long trips to the north. A short display before turning brown and crumbling to dust as the leaves fall to the ground.
Winters white and cold, and snow sparkling like diamonds when the moon hits it just right. Cold air that kisses a face peeking out from a heavily clothed body braving the cold to play in the snow, or glide across sheets of ice. Temperatures just right for the fashion addicted to layer upon layer, clothes they don’t have the opportunity to wear the rest of the year. Clothes none the less they just had to have.
As the temperature cools with the summer nearing it’s end, and bare legs still fresh in our minds, it’s difficult to muster up the desire to cover up those gams with clothes of some kind.
The cuffs and hemlines that rose, now get lower, but an age old solution to that situation that’s not only practical, but down right sexy, is hosiery, the perfect accessory for all legs, that’s what sexy this week.
Choosing to wear stockings, stay-ups, pantyhose or leggings is the decision of the wearer, but maybe, just maybe, I can help convince you to put on a pair with a few descriptives of my own.
Did I say I liked to wear hosiery? Well I do, and I have quite the collection of my own silky smooth soft coverings. I love my stockings held up with a garter belt, but I also love my stay-ups for days when I’m going commando under a skirt or dress. Or try a pair of pantyhose that stretch across a firm ass as the best shapely adornment possible for those that want to caress, but the sign says “don’t touch!”
The lead up to the summer each and every year is full of folks opting for the last minute fix to get that media manipulated ideal of the beach ready body. People falling into the brain washing of a quick solution, and buying that quick fix to get lean and muscled, god-like for what the mental conditioning has led them to believe. On the flipside there are those who never fall into that expertly crafted trap, those who are safe and secure in the knowledge they are happy with the body they currently have, or even care for that matter. A body that is not part of the “media manipulated ideal” and ready to hit the beach at any time. Bodies not controlled by the mainstream ideal, beach ready bodies at anytime, that’s what sexy this week.
A central point, as of attraction, attention, or activity, to concentrate: to focus one’s thoughts; verb (used without object), focused, focusing or focussed, focussing. To be or become focused.
We need it, we try to do it, we work hard at maintaining it, and struggle very hard to keep it, for the long or short term. With a goal, you need it, it’s not a want, and with it, a certain amount of strength is required to keep it. With your eyes on the prize, you need it, focus, and that’s what sexy this week.
Distraction is easy, and like a bad, if I may be so blunt, FART, it is ever creeping and lingers all the time and everywhere. You hear it, you smell, and sometimes you see it.
I’ll switch gears and use another descriptive, but I think you got the point with the previous 🙂
We all want a positive outcome to everything we do in our lives, no matter what that is. For me and those in my life, be they acquaintances or my close personal friends, those results are of the happy, life affirming kind. The challenges we set for ourselves as human beings in getting from point A to B putting us through it. Without the fear, excitement, and the need, or want to make a change, most will never get there. Making a plan and committing to it, to get to that end point, GOALS, that’s what sexy this week.
In younger years we set them without actually knowing what they are. We go to school, take up sports, get involved in the arts, or take up hobbies, things or actions done because they are for the most part fun. We weren’t actually thinking about what that meant to take on interests and work to a purpose. (more…)