I’d wear them every day if I could get away with it. (I nearly do.)
The idea is to not feel seams or fabric or cinched waists. Freedom Fashion.
Aren’t you, like me, tempted to make a whole life out of seamless, worn out threads? Free from irritants, or challenge, or the discomfort of the untried?
Just think of what we could have avoided already…
trembling, red-faced auditions, failures, and rejections,
friendships that demand that extra bit of patience or effort,
churches that challenge us to turn our theology, our souls, inside out,
painful conversations, confrontations, confessions…
There are songs we would not have writtem. And dreams we’d not dream of dreaming.
Because the beauty of stretched skin demands a cost, yes.
But the beauty of stretched skin is a roomy radius of motion that makes the old comfort feel like a paralysis.
We thought we were free when we felt no rub.
But freedom is found in the ability to stretch limbs, reach high,
move joyously without (or through?) fear.
To dance life.
It involves some boundaries and many blisters.
But blisters soften.
And even an old dress was new once.