The Ethereal Woman World Series 1

Up before the sun has Risen.

For a few seconds, she stayed perfectly still beneath her fluffy soft cotton linen sheets, listening to the sound of trees rattling together, birds chirping  welcoming the sun .

No phone ringing. No heavy traffic noise outside her door. No one asking her what’s for breakfast.

Just the faint sound of the wind moving through the trees beyond her window.

She reached for the curtains and pulled them open & whispers “Thank you God”.

The Morning has begun her garden was still wet from the night before rainstorm, and the flowers outside her window looked almost unreal in the pale light. She watched them for a moment before walking toward the powder room. This was the part of the day that belonged entirely to her. She cleansed her face tied soft black her silk robe around her waist and returned to the mirror.

Her beauty ritual was never complicated.

She didn’t want to look different.

She wanted to look like herself but better.

She reached for her CHANEL Les Beiges Water Fresh Complexion Touch and pressed it into her skin as her face base, giving her complexion that extra softness and glow. Then came her 08 bronzer from Nars, warmed gently through her cheeks and along the natural structure of her face.

She never liked the feeling of her face being overly traced.

There was something far more beautiful about looking as though the sun had found her naturally.

Sweeping that same bronzer across her eyelids adding warmth and light to whomever looks into her eyes.

Her lips were softened by Bamford Botanic lip balm .

She leaned toward the mirror.

“Ahhhhh There You Are”  She whispered quietly to herself  

 She began attended to her hair she ran RŌZ Hair Serum through the lengths, smoothing away the places that had decided to rebel overnight. Then she reached for her La Bonne Brosse  hair brush and slowly worked through her waves.She loved when her hair moved effortlessly when she was passing through the countryside markets.

By late morning, she had traded her robe for a Zimmermann lace gown.The dress was almost too beautiful for an ordinary day.Which was precisely why she wore it why save it for the occasion when living has always been the occasion She begins making her way outside stepping into her beautiful garden opened in front of her.

Past the flowers.Past the stone path. Her skirt moved around her legs as she walked, and as she walk she grew a warm smile as the sun kissed her glowy bronze skin , indulging in her own little world surrounded by nature she simply felt free. And perhaps that was the part of herself she had been missing.

The part that could put on a beautiful dress and disappear into the countryside simply because she wanted to see where the journey would take her while stopping by her favorite shop TBoyChic for all her favorite home needs like organic fresh Olive cooking oil ,  jute rugs, and plant potteries . “ Ugh I get lost in this place every time there is just so much great things to buy “ She mentions to Allie founder of the beautiful curated boutique shop.

By afternoon, she was sitting beneath a tree with her book open across her lap.

She read a few pages.

Then stopped.

Her mind had wandered somewhere else.

She began thinking about the life she had built and the things she had allowed into it.

She had become selective.she finally understood that everything has an effect on you.The food you eat.The people you spend your evenings with.The books you allow into your mind.The clothes you wear. The conversations you entertain. The places you visit.

Even the way you begin your morning.

She wanted things that felt pure.

Fresh ingredients.

Beautiful fabrics.

Good books.

Fragrance she could recognize with her eyes closed.

Objects made well enough to keep.

Food prepared slowly.

A home that felt peaceful when she walked through the door.

She had stopped confusing more with better.

And somewhere along the way, she had realized that this was her inner Ethereal Woman speaking.

Not the woman she presented to the world.

The woman she was when nobody was watching. When evening came, she returned home with fresh sour dough bread from the markets & TboyChic goodies, she placed them on her wooden counter top

She lit her favorite Flamingo estate candle of the season.

There was something almost ceremonial about the way she moved through her home.

Not rushing, No eating standing up, No checking her phone five minutes.

she would bathe put on her nightwear and leave her favorite fragrance lingering lightly on her skin.

Then she would turn down the lights, climb into bed and read until she became too tired to turn another page. Tonight belonged to the woman beneath all of those things. The woman who didn’t need to perform or impress, didn’t need to explain herself. The woman who had always been there.

Her inner Ethereal Woman, and perhaps that is what we want to explore this Fall/Winter at B.B Magazine finding your inner ethereal and what happens when you finally allow her to come forward. Because she isn’t somewhere far away. She isn’t waiting for the perfect wardrobe, the perfect home, the perfect body or the perfect life. She’s already inside you, She creating it day by day, night by night,

You just have to slow down long enough to hear her.