Wearing (or at least owning) one of Gata Valiquíria's necklaces would bring a smile to my lips right now. There is such a wind of creativity coming from Portugal these days. Everyday I seem to discover yet another fabulous Portuguese blog. But I can't understand the language. Not even one bit. How frustrating.
Okay, now let's talk about the big W. Wrinkles. Thanks for inspiring this post with yours Belette Rouge.
The other day i was at Target and I met a woman about my age whom I have not seen in five years. While I looked five (or more) years older, she looked ten years younger than last time I had last seen her. (So 15 years.) We're talking new boobs, new smooth face, tight body, clinging clothes, snow white teeth, even blue contacts. It's a miracle I recognized her at all. Meanwhile she did not recognize me.
I'd like to say she looked fake and ridiculous. How I'd like to write this right now. But she did not look ridiculous. In fact she looked fab. She looked pretty damn hot and alive.
The moral of the story? When you're 44, live in L.A. and haven't gotten work done, don't shop at Target.
Or maybe that's not the moral of the story. Maybe the moral of the story is: don't age in LA. The moral of the story is definitely NOT learn to accept the aging process because that's not working very well when only some of us do it.
I'm starting to rethink some of my most rigid theories about life. I'm, starting to think that there is absolutely no glory in looking natural but shitty... that's what I'm thinking.
And those necklaces would look much better on her. If there is a moral to this story, you tell me.
PS: hehe, the moral of the story 2 hours later: When you're French and you're trying to write in English, don't confuse the words morale and moral. In French le moral is the spirit, la morale is the the lesson learned. In English morale is the spirit, and moral is the lesson learned. Only noticed this with the first comment (thanks again Belette) after writing it incorrectly no less than six times, not to mention countless times in my life and on this blog. fml.
