So local designer, Alexandra Cassaniti, has a new collection ALL made of cheesecloth.
It’s scary times, people. While on the one hand, I find this act of defiance refreshing, mirroring Madame Chanel’s revolutionary choice of black jersey for her couture (at the time reserved only for men’s underwear); on the other hand, it smacks of simple cheese-head projection and over-identification.
Needless to say, caution is advised if considering these garments. Remember, YOU are NOT your cheese. Repeat after me:
“I am not my cheese. I am whole and separate.
I LIKE the cheese. I am not cheese.”
If that doesn’t work, go back and repeat the affirmations in chapter 18:
- “I am not angry with my mother.”
- “I am at peace with cheese in the world.”
- “Gouda is not the enemy.”