My sudden drop in Instagram activity must have alerted even the folks at Instagram, that something must be seriously wrong =)) So first of all, let me start by saying sorry for being so MIA. I suddenly fell sick a couple of days ago and have had no energy to move or even talk much for that matter. After being holed up in the house for 3 whole days – I decided to yank myself out of my slumber. I cannot even begin to tell you how much power a little dressup in a cute outfit and red lipstick has – I felt like a brand new person – all in control! That’s what playing dressup is about to me! About transforming into to your happy self.
It was sudden and so scary! Its times like these that put things in perspective. Everything on my to-do list had to take a back-seat. All I wanted to do was to be at home, talk to my family back home, sit with my husband and cry! Its funny – how in its own weird, sometimes painful(!) and smart way – life teaches us so many lessons. So easy delve on the pain and let that take over and completely miss what this tiny road bump is telling us. I got this gentle reminder from life to take things slow, not worry too much because lets face it – we can’t control everything and focus on whatever makes us happy!
Growing up, Playing dressup was a form of escape from my struggle with my body image. I also have had such huge emotional meltdowns due to acne that I would not wish that pain even on an enemy. (one of these days I’ll definitely write more about that) Even though this sounds superficial to some – you’ve got to know that all this does affect self-confidence. Playing Dressup is what helped me hide those complexes and gain confidence and face the world. I started this blog with a hope to inspire people to find their self-confidence through little things such as style and a little glamor here and a little glamor there. So if you are being pulled in the wrong direction today – I ask that you do what speaks to you – play dressup, shimmy, sing, write – and take the reins and smile for that camera. xo – Neha
Lately, I have been having a serious case of mid-life crisis. Sometimes at night when I can’t sleep, I tell Amit that lets pack everything up and move to London and start an all-together new life. I find myself wishing for a time-machine, so that I can rewind and undo and redo SO many things. (not regrets – but learnings!) There is so much I want to do and want to see to fruition. I am getting impatient. Like time is running out. I wish to go back to the time when I was having severe nervous breakdowns while studying for school exams. ( now when I look back and think about it – I can’t stop falling on the floor & laughing! ) Seriously! having the pressure of cracking the tests and competing at school debates like the only burden on your shoulders – does seem like a sweet tension to have, doesn’t it? =))
I have been thinking and worrying too much about the future. About the next thing. The next post that’s gonna go up on the blog. The upcoming content for Instagram. The next vacation. The next step at work. The RESULT. It bothers me that I can’t get to answer inspite of knowing all variables of the equation. When x amount of hard-work is combined with y portions of commitment – what will the final value of z be? Turns out – “z” is the biggest variable. The MASSIVE UNKNOWN. The realization that there’s not much I can do about it, that makes me feel weak – not in control.
It has been bugging me a lot lately. Taking away from the positive – taking over the EFFORT. The fun and contentment from the DOING. Whenever I have taken up something – I have given it everything I can. My 200%. All IN or FOLD! I can’t let it affect me now. Its not an epiphany but a conscious decision. A learning!
Today isn’t a significant day by any means – no birthday or anniversary or first day of school or spring. But I have decided to MAKE IT SIGNIFICANT. To think about the future – but not be overwhelmed by it. To be happy. To take CONTROL of happiness.
So here’s to stopping and breathing in. To appreciating pretty flowers and the smell of rain. To relationships. To finding happiness in the process. To love. To letting go of what you have no control over. To happiness. xo-Neha / Love Playing Dressup
New day.. New month…New season? ( hopefully.. please) March does sound like spring! Hoping there are just a few more jacket-days left. Don’t get me wrong – I love love love the snow. The snow and I actually go way back. Even before I moved to Boston, the snow & I were a thing. I would think of snow-capped mountains while studying in my room. And fantasize waking up to flurries falling outside the window. I would dream of bumping into the man I was supposed to marry while running to find shelter during a sudden ice-pelting storm – just like the movies. And then I moved to Boston. I met “my snow”. As fairy-tale like as it sounds to finally get to be in that dream, I think I am done with snow for this season. Guests that overstay are will lose their charm – and dear winter you are very close to losing your place in my heart! While I was having a melt-down ( interesting choice of words – since the snow should be the one really having that), my husband asked me if I would like him to build me an ice-rink in our yard. My heart melted! Not that I know to skate – I couldn’t even stand with skates on, to save my life – but nevertheless, I have always found ice-rinks to be utterly romantic. Shimmering lights, soft music and lovers floating on it. As I think about my snow-movie-lovestory dreams from childhood, I find myself thinking – even though I dint run into the man during the storm and start my love story, I have one who helps me write a chapter in our love story after the snow storm! =))
Happy Monday loves! This is what I wore last Saturday when I was in New York for Fashion Week. It was brutally cold that week and although I have been going through the snowcopalyse that has hit Boston – the weather in New York was just another league! I have to tell you’ll this – when I was doing this shoot outside Lincoln Center, a few people stopped and snapped away my pictures as well. The mister tells me that’s probably because everyone thought I was a model. ( never mind him …he’s took vows to say the right things! =)) ) I think – it’s because people wanted to capture this and show all their friends, that some crazy lady probably out of her mind was going without a jacket and those heels in that -10F of the weather!
But you need to understand that I was channeling my inner Audrey Hepburn. And she isn’t afraid of the cold. She doesn’t mind what others think and of running wild. She walks in the city, braves the storm, holds her head high and does what she loves doing. She thinks about the future, worries what it holds but lives in the present. She loves and wants to be loved. She is me.. and she is you ! And – she always… always loves her little black dresses!