Coronavirus Will Die Out But America’s Style Will Survive
I wish I could go back and live in a world I am accustomed to. It had style! I want to hug my family and friends. And, I want to walk into all the shops where I am known and greet all the people I know with a genuine smile and a warm hello. My readers, I want to eat in the restaurants where the waiters know my exact order to the extra crumbles of blue cheese on my salad.
I want to visit my manicurist, who is my shrink without a degree and have my short nails and toes adorned with a gorgeous red polish. Don’t forget, I want to play cards with girlfriends even though I am usually the loser and giggle.
I want to go to the movies with my Ultimate Concierge and hold hands. As well, I want to walk into my closet and put together an outfit that tells my style-simplicity. Darlings, I want to go out into the world with a big smile and laughing eyes and gather as I go, and on my way say hellos!
Mostly, I want to kiss and hug my mom, I want to walk down Michigan Avenue and through airports without fear of 6 feet of distancing. I want to stop worrying about the safety of my Ultimate Concierge, my mom, our children, our grands, my friends and everyone in the world, for that matter. I WANT MY LIFE BACK AS I KNEW IT. Yes, I am screaming!
Fashion Dies Out… I Am For Style – It Survives
I know COVID-19 will fade away like fashion and American style will survive, everlasting. Empty streets, hotels, airports, subways, and restaurants will once again be adorned with people of all ages and nationalities. The streets will be noisy, people will be touching shoulders, the theatre will reopen their doors, gyms will fill up and people will go back to work. I know that empty shelves in markets, face masks and chapped hands will fade into oblivion like fashion. And, the shelves in the markets will be dressed to the 9’s with products that survived for years with style.
As well, I know that distancing and masks will disappear and the sound of laughter and holding hands will reappear. I KNOW, I KNOW… BUT WHEN?!
Almost 30-days have passed since we were told the very serious news and consequences of the COVID-19. I swear I keep an upbeat and Steady-Eddie approach with my family during this Pandemic that is causing pandemonium around the world. I know the virus will eventually die and I know the United States of America will survive with liberty and justice for all because she has style.
Simplicity vs. Complex
I know to live is a wonderful thing, Darlings! I know to be curious and enthusiastic makes a woman ageless. So, do wake up every morning thinking positive thoughts and what you want to accomplish. That is style.
I spend a lot of time with my Ultimate Concierge and my pooch America. And, I communicate daily with members of our family, with all of you through my stories on HoneyGood.com and with women who joined my new Private Facebook Group, GRANDwomen with Moxie -Where loneliness disappears. Continuing to be a productive woman is good for our souls, and I know from your messages to me you are all doing what I am doing … staying productive.
I know you are reading, communicating with your children and grandchildren and caring for parents. As well, you are taking courses, ordering necessary supplies on Amazon. You are learning to use Zoom, FaceTime, joining a virtual group(s), cooking, working out, watching documentaries, planting a garden, cleaning closets and downsizing. Productivity is an American woman’s style.
I am busy cooking three meals a day, as you may be doing. And, I mean cooking! I am not ordering our meals out because I am afraid someone touched the food or the box who is unaware he or she has COVID-19. After 26 nights in a row of making really lovely dinners, I gave in and we ordered in.
By the time we picked up the order, drove home, took the food out of the car and sterilized the boxes containing the food in the garage, transferred the food to plates, sterilized the door handles, took off my clothes and left them in the laundry room… AND took a shower and washed my hands ten times during the process, it was over two hours to eat. I actually became sick to my stomach from exhaustion and was almost too tired to eat! That is anything but simplicity. That is what I call craziness.
The shopping at the market (I have gone twice in 26 days) and the take-out is against everything in my demeanor because my style is… simplicity. This new production of shopping with masks and gloves, sterilizing everything, washing my hands several times a day, keeping my distance from the human race is anything but simplicity.
We should be grateful for a roof over our heads, food on our table and a family that is safe and sound. Have the wisdom to realize we will whether some hard times ahead.
Simplicity is remembering that the best things in life are free. Love. Family. Friends. Pooches. Nature and our sight to take it all in – this is simplicity at its finest. This is style.
This is the American way that will survive forever.