I believe it’s important for us to know the writer behind the words we read. You may be wondering why I chose the name Purple Prose Moments for my blog. Here’s my story. I’m a pastry artist by day, a blogger by night, a writer always. I’m a mother of two, and a Christ follower. I wanted to bring all my passions together and create a title that would capture them all. Purple Prose by definition in the literary world, means exaggerated, flamboyant, eccentric, ornateness, a hyperbole style of writing. I love to live life in an exaggerated manner. I see every day as an opportunity to do all things with a meaningful purpose, passion and flair. Follow me as I chase dreams, travel, write, stack tiered cakes, and share simple everyday moments.
I’m a beach dweller. I spend as much time as I can on America’s shorelines. I love a warm quiet evening sitting lakeside in Branson, Missouri and for several years I had the pleasure of living just blocks from the beautiful shoreline of Lake Michigan in Downtown Milwaukee, Wisconsin. But, my forever favorite place to be, is Ft. Lauderdale Beach in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. It is where my heart resides and my soul comes alive.
On a recent trip to my personal nirvana, I found myself more enamored than ever before. I closed my eyes and felt the tide roll in. I breathed in the salty air. I heard the waves up close and faintly heard the sound of people talking, playing, and creating memories in the distance. My soul was at perfect peace. Suddenly, I was filled with the realization that today’s outfit had nothing to do with that favorite swimsuit that clung to my wet skin.
I sat quietly, toes in sand and felt the rush of the tide roll over my feet, I felt the sun kissing my face, I felt the salt on my skin. The warm breeze whipped my hair which no doubt had a bit of sand as a telltale sign of an afternoon spent lying on the beach.
As I packed my bag to leave at the end of a perfect day, I realized I had been clothed in God’s natural beauty. The water that rushed over my feet, the salt that clung to my skin, the sun that kissed my face and even that sand in my hair all together were my outfit of the day. I was clothed in God’s perfect beauty.
He entered the room with panache… a great flamboyance of style. All eyes were on him as he dared to wear the unexpected. Society has us believing girls wear roses and boys sport camouflage, girls wear pink, boys wear blue. It’s instilled in us from our earliest days. Break out. Clothe yourself in the unexpected. Be bold. Make a statement. Be true to you.
If you’re anything like me, you watch models walk the runway in outfits that by everyday standards, and all practicality, seem completely absurd. Yet, you keep watching and almost thirst for the absolute bravery it would take to adorn yourself in a similar fashion and wear it with great confidence. I’m a believer in thinking outside the box, especially when it comes to fashion. After all, our bodies are a blank canvas beckoning to be creatively designed. So, go ahead, open those doors on your closet, pull out your favorite pieces and put together the unexpected. Your favorite Nike’s don’t have to be paired with joggers. Pair them with a short lacey dress. Likewise, your go-to joggers don’t have to be paired with running shoes. Instead, don your favorite wedge sandals or 3 inch heels with them. When we dare to be bold and brave, we scream confidence. So, go ahead and do YOU in a style all your own! You will be the envy of everyone around you!
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton