Like I promised, a full view of the outfit I wore on my date with Camille. She took the pictures and is responsible for the all out silliness that ensued. These shots were taken on the Meir, Antwerp's main highstreet. I chose this big ass black gate because it provided a nice contrast for my light outfit and because it was pretty epic. Gates are always a good backdrop for pictures, trust me.
I really need to polish those boots. Or buy these, but my funds are at an all time low. Btw I just totally typed 'my lunds are at an all time fow', wth?
Now, this is SERIOUS SATURDAY PPL, read on and get those minds out of their weekend-snooze!
Camille and I had a talk about support hosiery she needed to prevent her varicose veins from developing since she has a family history of bad varices, and of course my gray hairs came up. I don't know if I have told my readers about my early gray hair yet, but I found my first grey hair when I was just 18. I guess I had an easy time dealing with it because I was still too young to feel "old" because of it, but my mind immediately jumped to the thought "shit, now I'll have to spend shitloads of money on hairdye". And because laziness is my second nature, my mind wandered and ended up asking itself "but why dye it anyway?".
Would you dye your hair if it turned gray? Or is there an age limit/an amount of gray hair limit that would tip you over the edge of to dye vs. not to dye? And more importantly: why would you/wouldn't you? Right now, I don't feel the need to dye my hair. It doesn't bother me, I am not old nor will gray hair make me "old" all of a sudden. But more importantly: the older I get, the less I see aging as a bad thing. Sure, age is a thief that steals away your health and youthful looks in the night while you are sleeping. I don't look forward to my life trickling away like sand through an hourglass, but it doesn't really make sense to worry about that yet, now does it?
Let's face it: when young people diss on age or older people, it's not because they are scared of death. If that were the case, they wouldn't smoke, drive recklessly, have sex without protection and screw up their education. Young people feel invincible and immortal. No, it's all about losing their place on life's center stage. When you are young and preferably attractive (and white and male), life is your bitch. The shows on tv cater to your interests, the things you like define the trends that must be followed, and the streets are yours. But when you age and have kids, you play second fiddle in the orchestra of life. THAT is scary.
I still regret not being able to become a wunderkind anymore, I think it's weird that all those hot boys and girls in the magazines are years younger than me, and I don't like thinking about how every birthday I celebrate and every choice I make limits my life options more. But the older I get, the more I put things in perspective: it's not that I lose options, it's that I gain clarity.
Every gray hair paves the road to my character and mind ripening, to me realizing more and more of my full potential. I feel more secure, more mature, and those things make me a beautiful person rather than a hot chick. Hot-chick-dom might fade when you get older, but beautiful-person-dom will not. Think about it when you shed a tear on your next birthday and ask yourself: are gray hairs, wrinkles and the lack of superficial attention really the end of your life, or the start of a new one that actually isn't as different from your first as you might've feared?
I don't think I'll cry when I turn 30.
dress, trench, bag, socks: H&M
boots, watch: ASOS
ring: Alex Monroe