We get a sneak peak of the September issue in this Magpie Tale
How vested are we in embracing the true wabi sabi?
The empire in decline has its remaining charm. A wounded lion still ever proper at high tea as penniless earls dish disdain with such polite sneering.
The print medium is on life support. And how does a woman in her 60s approach the next decade with the appropriate grace? Are there sunglasses large and dark enough to mask reality. It has become a post-modern strip tease, like Sally Rand waving her fans though now giving a hint of a glimpse of the face of a woman of a certain age.
Decline and decay are the nurturing elements of the compost bin that give birth to new life. Such elegant living demise, some embrace it while others fight with fierce denial. Where, then, are the parting fireworks to let it be known that a final chapter has been written? Or let this tattered room remain as a time capsule to be discovered at some point centuries later. Sleeping beauty cannot be roused, and we know that we must lie down next to her at some point.