Creatively Stiffled

I work in a job that does not allow me to use my creativity on a daily basis. I often partake in mindless tasks such as creating databases, meta data and alt tags. My mind often goes dead.

So, I am in a funk. I cannot think of subjects that I want to write about anymore. I haven't written for myself in a long time and I think I used to be pretty good at it. Now, I am mediocre at best.

So I sit her and babble...babble about nothing. I could talk about ballet and how much I enjoy it but that will wane thin after awhile.

How can foster my creativity and let it evolve?? Do I write everyday? Do I take more notice into how people act? Do I tweet and then write about it? Do I go on adventures? Do I take a fiction approach to this? What the crap do I do?

I need help. 

I have been mulling over the idea of adding to my memoir. I may refocus it  but again...I am unsure.

Oh boy....

People say write what you know but I don't know what I know anymore. Do I know fashion?  Sorta. Do I know food? Again..sorta. Do I know people? Hardly. I do know pop culture but again that wanes.

So I guess..this blog will be as unfocused as my life. I will attempt to write but I have the writer's block. 

I need to unblock myself and possibly let myself be as open as I used to be. I used to share almost anything here. I sounded a bit loony, I must say but I think opening myself up will take a bit more work.

For now, I am stuck.

Ling-er-eeeee!

It's Saturday evening...not late by Saturday night standards but late by my standards and I want to talk about lingerie.

I decided a little while ago that I'd write about themes and probably mingle in my person life and views. So, today's theme: Lingerie.

Today, I had the great pleasure of making a purchase at a store that I've dreamed about making a purchase at: Agent Provocateur

This company produces more risque attire for ladies but...the quality and the beauty of their pieces exceeds expectations. I've always admired their mix of kink, vintage and fashion pieces and the creative way they produce their lines. They name each line after a woman and give it a personality, a life and a meme, per say.Sometimes they go as far as making little short films/ads. The films are sexy and often very cute noirs..not my favorite but...it'll do for a film about a gorgeous piece of silk that I want to adorn my body.

Today I did not purchase actual lingerie but rather old-fashioned pantyhose...they even have the seam in the back. To be more specific, they are thigh-highs called "stay-ups". I will review their stay up quality when I finally wear them to work and I don't have to run to the ladies room because the stocking is rolling down my leg. Classy..I assume this will happen. That's my life.

Getting back to the title of this blog, let's continue to talk lingerie. I am not talking about underwear here...you know the cotton crap that you get at Target or Victoria's secret that puts little dancing snow flakes all over your precious gem. I am talking about garments that drip sex, ooze sensuality,  and caress skin in the most delicate of ways. I will admit I love lingerie. I am not afraid to say it. I never wear it. I am very picky about brand, type and color of lingerie that graces my pale skin, but I love it. When the rare occasion arises, I will don my favorite pieces..usually black with a mix of pink and become quite content.

The right undergarment actually contains power. It transform your already lovely body into a vehicle of femininity and quite possibly strength. I am just speaking from my own experiences but I always feel good about myself if I am wearing something sassy underneath my already sassy attire. I don't think I harness sexual power but more like my own power and strength. I feel more like a woman in control of her own destiny.

Yes, this may be just over the top and slightly crazy and possibly the situations warranted the strength
but I am not so sure. I think the lingerie helped. It made me see me. My womanliness..my existence beyond thoughts and words...my physical self.

Lingerie or something akin to lingerie needs to exist in every woman's closet. If lingerie does not help you feel like a better about you, then find something that does. Notice how I never said the word..make you feel sexy. No...it's really not about exuding sex when you are wearing it..it's about exuding you. The garments may exude sex when you look at them but they change form once you put them on. They are just mere capsules for your life and whatever you want it to be. If you want sex..they will give you sex...if you want confidence..you will get confidence..etc.

I know what you are thinking. Small pieces of fabric delicately sewn together in a sweatshop are just that pieces of fabric.

Fine...but think of this. You have favorite garments for a reason. They wouldn't be your favorite if you didn't feel good wearing them, right? So how do you feel when you wear your favorite pair of jeasn, shoes, shirt, etc? Huh? Feel good..feel confident. Same thing with lingerie..it just shows more skin and society does not accept wearing it out in public during the day and not on street corners.

So ladies...find some lingerie that suits you.  Wear it on occasion. See how you feel. See if you cannot execute that feeling on a daily basis. Then see how your mood changes to something better...lighter..more pleased with yourself.