Diane Von Furstenberg vs. Omar the Tent Maker (krin)

LMAO!  A nice change for once.  No heavy oxygen-sucking depression to be found.  Thank the makers and the universe as a whole for whatever hand they had in the shift.  Quietly and hidden from the sight of mere mortals, planets may have realigned. Houses may have risen and set, as they tend to do, without any real perception.  Whatever the reasons, I am grateful for a handful of heartfelt chuckles today.

What is it about the rain that lifts my spirits?  The grey, the relentless streams of water pouring onto the streets, sidewalks, and grass.  The waterfalls spilling off the eaves of buildings, threatening to soak unsuspecting people bundled in vain against the wet.  The blinding bolts of lightning and the truly earsplitting cracks of thunder.  I love driving in it.  I love walking in it.  I love sitting on my couch bundled up and staring out into it for hours on end.  There is real life in this condition, energy unbounded.  I can feel it to my core.  And much like the sunlight heats us all from the inside out, jump starting the hidden battery of energy within, the rain in its murkiness can do the same for me.

And so I sit here laughing at the comparison of the slim, short, fashionable Diane Von Furstenberg dress to the caped, ample, functional garments of Omar the Tentmaker.  Having been at one time fit to the point of women whispering "steroids...??..." around the edges of my world, I am comfortable with the fact that, at the moment, it is Omar's card that sits at the front of my fashion rolodex.  It is a temporary state.  Hell, it's all a temporary state, right?  Once it passes, and I've again embraced my body in its glory, I will not discard Omar, burying him at the back of the cards.  I will let him stay.  I will let him sit next to Diva Von F as long as he likes.  Really, who the hell decided that fat clothes and skinny clothes can't live next to each other.  Like they might cancel each other out in some twisted parallel universe way, and leave us in some in between state of not quite thin but not quite fat.  Who comes up with this stuff?

So, ladies. While some of us may be able to wear the Diva duds at the moment, and some of us are more comfortable with Omar, let us embrace the glory of them both.  For on any given day, it is possible to feel more like one or the other several times.  Perhaps what we need is some simple device that enables us to, at the push of a button, convert the A-Line mini to a Tent, and back again.