If you’re still thinking about the answer, then you haven’t tried to tear off a morsel from a crisp, slightly warm, delicious bread, in the morning sun, spread the perfect amount of salted butter on it and, then, bite the flawless piece, hear the crunch of the crust meeting your teeth and maybe even collect the crumbs around your lips, with your tongue. I’m so happy for you if you haven’t, for you’re about to discover one of the little big things in life. If you have, you feel me I feel you and you knew it from the start.
It’s a process, ouais! Better or butter said, it’s about the process, also. The taste and the smell of it are parts of your intention to give your body food that makes your stomach awaken the butterflies, aw. This is on style, btw. Food is a big part of it and it feels good to praise it.
The first time I wore the butter colour, head-to-toe – the jacket, the jumpsuit and the sneakers – I, literally, felt like wearing butter head-to-toe only. Am I the bread and is the jumpsuit my butter? I surely felt so.
Nudes seem like a thing, right now. We say right now, but when have bread and butter not been a thing? People might pay more attention to it, right now, so, tchin-tchin to that, because bread and butter are here to stay. In our closets and breakfasts forever.
Nudes feel like bed also, no? Like being in the sheets, all day, even when out of the sheets, all day. Imagination is a funny thing. Do we love our bed or what? Our time with ourselves, with the one. With kids. With a good book or a good movie – oh, one large television in the bedroom, m, m, mm. I haven’t ever had one in mine, but I have a feeling that I will in ours, m, m, mm.
Speaking of the sheets, there’s an interview I remember watching as a teenager, while eating bread and butter, possibly, with the same kind of awe. It was Brad Pitt on Oprah, circa 1998. I grew up associating sheets with Brad Pitt.
Lol, I know.
So, nudes is where we were when Brad Pitt cameoed. Brad, spelled differently, sounds like bread. Life is butter! Wearing these tasty palette feels like butter, bread and Brad, all at once. Like indulging in the gentle touch of the morning sun and seeing butterflies, at once. What? Oh, come on! Brad Pitt’s here, so…
The textures blend with the hues and, together, they all turn the whole outfit into something exquisite to eat. Alors, oui, I’m the bread covered completely in salted butter. Federico Fellini once said to never trust a woman who doesn’t like to eat. She is probably lousy in bed. Ladies, back me up here. A man who doesn’t like to eat (exquisitely) is probably lousy in bed, also, hello.
When in the sheets, however, everything matters and we’re, obviously, not talking about perfection here, but about the little things which, in fact, are the big things. Food, the head-to-toe butter colour, hair, flats, heels, nails, shoes, you do you, take the highway you like best. Proportion brings in harmony. Harmony is the big thing, right now, and forever. It’s perfection. Oops, we are talking about perfection here, after all.
Just wait until I find my honey. A piece of fine bread, salted butter and honey, mamma mia!
