It's strange but maybe not so.  I had to be alone to find my real self.

The urge to "belong" caused me to emulate those I admire.  I suppose we

all incorporate bits and pieces of others into ourselves. My

Environmental Illness intolerance  restricted my exposure to social

gatherings, stores and even magazines.  Left to my own resources I

reverted to the stark but dramatic taste I had while a student at New

York's Parsons School of design in the late 1940's.  As a result and

because of  my restrictions to cotton clothing, I have a small but

interchangeable wardrobe of washable items that always look crisp and

well coordinated.  They are mostly black and white with a few pinks and

yellows and some unusual scarves and the only two pieces of jewelry I

can tolerate, a silver pear pendant and a hollow diamond heart locket.

I can't wear chains and use a gold neck wire for either piece.

 

My home furnishings are equally simple but quite smart; a few pieces

designed by T. Robsjohn Gibbings in the 1940's, a 200 year old apricot

pisne armoire from Austria and some countrified accessories with a drop

of Art deco in the mix.

 

It all makes me feel like the early and original me, sprouting

creativeness and implicity from the age of sixteen.

 

Bring alone also hlped me identify my opinions and viewpoints and

express them clearly.  Now that I have clean surroundings, pure food, an

active body and selective interests and hobbies, I see a clearer picture

of just who I am.

 

This is a true benefit of detoxification. D