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Jason and I were invited to go to a friend’s family cabin on Friday night. Our host, Cordial, treated us to pizza, wine, a hot tub soak and a screening of Reservoir Dogs on a bed sheet hung from the ceiling. Saturday morning, after a breakfast of pecan french toast and potatoes, we took a walk. I was so enamored with Cordial’s shades-of-grey, wool-coat-and-wellies outfit against the middle fork of the Payette River that I had to take some shots.

Coat from Salvation Army.

Rain boots from the garage.

Add a stocking cap and gloves before splashing in the stream.

Fashion of utilitarian origins…

…can still play.

It’s a frivolous universe. Everywhere I look, energy is being squandered.

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The night I was wearing this outfit, I was at Kelly Lynae’s abode visiting with her, her darling man, and another fine fellow. It was an enchanting evening. Kelly sliced vegetables and made sauce for pizza while darling man prepared and grilled a Caesar kale salad (Kale is my new favorite thing to eat).

While eating dinner, all four of us played a couple of games of Catan. Have you ever played it? It is a German board game where each player has their own settlements and they collect resources such as minerals, wheat, wood, and sheep. The more resources you have the more you can expand and build up your land. Part of the strategy is to trade resources with other opponents in order to speed up the rate at which you gather more land.

It was a fairly amicable game. We exchanged resources and helped each other out. As the game went on into the wee hours, things got steadily more competitive. During one part of the game, I acquired a special card that allowed me to collect any resource I wanted from all the players. I was very close to winning and I just needed some wheat. I slyly asked around to see if anyone had some. When no one wanted to trade, I pulled out the card. After that . . . grumpy-pants ensued. This made me feel terrible and I quickly lost the desire to win. Luckily soon after the game was over.

True that this was just a game, which everybody realized, but playing Catan made me stop and reflect. The objective of a game is to win. Within this context, I purposely deceived people to get what I wanted and was competitive to the point that I relished when someone else failed because it meant that I was winning. There isn’t any other other situation in life where I’d be able to like myself if I took the same approach.

This got me to thinking about perceived rules in life and how they affect everyone’s behavior. Living in a capitalist culture, the rule is to compete, make money, and be number 1. With these being the main focus, it makes it more unlikely that people will help each other and to rationalize competition at the expense of other people’s well being.

I am not implying that it is a good idea to get rid of capitalism. Catan would be a pretty boring and pointless if the objective was to give everything you have away and stop trying to win. There was one harmonious point in the game when people traded what they had in excess and still kept what they needed to succeed. During this time, the overall mood was friendly and it felt fun no matter who was winning. What if people worked capitalism this way more?

Old man sweater: Urban Outfitters (Price: $40 2+ years ago) 
Man’s dress shirt:
thrift store (Price: $10) 

Beret: regifted (I have been wearing this hat since I was 16 when I gave it to my mother for Christmas and she never wore it.)  Woven belt: thrift store (Price: $1.99)

Stilts: Urban Outfitters (Price: $20 regularly $78)

All photos taken by Kelly Lynae.

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“The child is in me still, and sometimes not so still.” – Fred Rogers

Bedford Fair Lifestyles silk top: $1 (thrift store), St. John Collection knit black pants: $2.99 (thrift store), Gold Crown by Le Roy wool sweater: $6.99 (thrift store)

Jeffery Campbell blue suede shoes: $60 (half off original MSRP at Piece Unique & Shoez)

“It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?…

It’s a neighborly day in this beauty wood,
A neighborly day for a beauty.
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?…

I’ve always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I’ve always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

So, let’s make the most of this beautiful day.
Since we’re together we might as well say:
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won’t you be my neighbor.”

For another example of pure childlike joy, written all over my face, I also have to post the photo of Anna and I meeting Ira Glass.

“Won’t you please,
Won’t you please?
Please won’t you be my neighbor?”

Until next time. May we all embody the spirit of Mr. Rogers, Ira Glass, and the child within.

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