I’m Done with Beautiful Things That Say Nothing

There’s a point where beautiful things stop being enough.

I began noticing what they’re not saying.
What they don’t carry.
What they leave behind.

And once I saw it—

it’s hard to go back to wearing things that feel empty.

A few pairs of earrings were the catalyst.

I didn’t pay much attention.

But something about that museum visit lit a fire in me.

As if my ancestors were whispering to me through the fabrics that they wove with their hands.

And then we went to Vigan.

And I saw many handcrafted goods.

Some were for the kitchen.

Some were decor.

And some, for wearing.

I entered a store that sold inabel pieces.

They were beautiful.

But very expensive.

After owning a piece,

I now know why.

I treated my inabel skirt as something very special.

I initially wanted to save it for special occasions.

But one day, I visited the boutique that made my skirt.

I was talking to the sales attendant when this elderly woman came out of the dressing room.

She looked very elegant in her locally made clothes.

I can tell because of the fabric.

And that’s when I realized that I should I appreciate my skirt more.

So I started wearing it on days when I want to feel extra special.

Extra beautiful.

And that’s what the fabric makes me feel every time I run my fingers over the beautiful weave.

Special.

Beautiful.

Chosen.

My inabel set a high bar in my wardrobe.

I now look at fashion pieces differently.

Even if they’re beautiful.

Especially if they’re beautiful.

I’m done with beautiful things that say nothing.

I now look for stories, heritage, culture, craftsmanship.

Pieces made by artisan hands.

Pieces that tell a story just by looking at them.

It won’t be a sudden change.

It will be gradual.

And that’s what makes it even more special.

I look forward to the day when I open my closet and see that each piece has a story to tell.

—-

With elegance and quiet fire,
Lady E

Founder, Glow by Lady E
An editorial space for stories, art, and intentional living

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