My friends Ann and JoAnn are due to visit us this weekend, and throughout the decades I’ve known them they have fueled whatever fabulousness I’ve ever been able to conjure. They inspire and support me in ways that have been life-saving on certain days, and life-affirming every day. Lately, they’ve forged their own friendship, and this will mark their first in-person meeting. No stranger to loss, they seem to have found comfort in being such kindred spirits, and I’m so happy to host them. It’s enough to get me (back) into black lace and a fedora, and nothing much does that these days.
Raised in the 80’s, we are taking our dearly beloved Prince and making this a Purple Reign weekend, with all the 80’s bops one would expect from the likes of Madonna, Whitney, Belinda Carlisle, Boy George, Bon Jovi, et. al. Hats and black lace are my visual nod to that formative time period, when Ann and Josie would gaze upon their Debbie Gibson posters and all felt right with the world.
We will get a little deeper on friendship and the passing of years, but for now let’s just celebrate and inhabit the joy that a promising weekend beholds. Everybody’s worked toward the weekend, and it’s finally here! Everything will work out just fine!
