I am pulling out a few paragraphs of what lies beneath the covers of the book I wrote, Le Chic Cocoon, to whet your appetite for more.
Chapter One, Myth to Mastery
“My life veered off the safe course I had envisioned. Teetering on the wall of divorce, my life was spiraling out of control. Who was I? How was I going to exist? I had to dig deep into a well of my own truth and build myself up again. Ponder how I had traveled so far from who I thought I was. Other people’s thoughts did not make me. That moment of self-discovery created a need for a Chic Cocoon of my own. Embroiled in the fabric of my own story, I could not move without letting go of myths I had swallowed for half a century. I realized that day that this was a universal truth for many women, and Virginia Woolf came to mind.
“LOCK UP YOUR LIBRARIES IF YOU LIKE, BUT THERE IS NO GATE, NO LOCK, NO BOLT THAT YOU CAN SET UPON THE FREEDOM OF MY MIND.” – Virginia Woolf (A Room of One’s Own)
Cinderella has a fairy godmother; she is stunning and has skills like no one’s business. Her stepmother is a bitch, and Cinders just takes it, because she is a true a princess. So she hangs out at the fireplace in rags, sweeping and sighing till a prince discovers the shoe fits and carries her off to a castle to live happily ever after. No one knows what indignities she suffers as a woman who couldn’t say no. This is all part of the myths that we swallow when we allow other people’s assumptions and opinions to rule our actions, when we are shamed into giving up what we truly long for.