Dress - Berskha // Cardigan - KappAhl // Headscarf - Holzweiler // Minimalistic rings - Still With You // Signet rings - Tom Wood // Bracelet - By Benedicthe// Shoes - Bianco
Life is about more than selfies and hashtags. "That's rich, coming from you", the realistic and pessimistic critic in my head tell me. I wrote that on Instagram yesterday, and someone, perhaps unknowingly clever, continued my statement with; it's about ice cream as well.
It's the small things in our very busy lives we tend to forget. The most important moments of them all. Like that one time I stepped on a bumblebee. It felt like my big toe was on fire, my whole foot, in fact. It took my step-aunt half an hour to figure out that we should remove the poisonous tail-thingy. I was about twelve years old, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I had a very boyish hair cut and wore red floral shorts. I still watch my step when I walk barefoot in the grass, and I learned something very valuable from the whole experience. Don't step on bumblebees.
Or one of the times, last fall for instance, when I was walking to my very patient psychologist and ended up being late to my appointment because I lost track of time running back and forth through an ocean of leaves. And Instagramming it, of course. I never told her why I was late in the first place. How embarrassing would it be to admit that I have this never ending lust/urge/need/compulsion to re-experience childhood memories? Or would it?
I try to take all these things with me; the small painful things and the manically fun stuff. I secretly, and openly, act like that kid we're supposed to bury deep inside of us as we grow older. I dress up in my finest, even though I'm not going anywhere - and I eat Ben & Jerry's straight from the box in the middle of the night when I know no one is watching me. And it's OK. It's all these things that make up what we in sixty years will refer to as our life.
Urgh you are so effortlessly chic! I adore that blouse!ReplyDelete
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Thank you so, so much <3 I really appreciate that!Delete
This outfit is so chic! I love the long black dress and the cardigain <3ReplyDelete
Thank you, Anova! Black, forever ;)Delete
I was never one to be "puerile" or reminiscent of my childhood - it wasn't particularly good, so I always thought good ridance to it - but there are certain moments in time from when I was a kid that I remember rather fondly and what we portuguese call "saudade", which is a deep form of longing for and of missing something. I don't try to relive those captions in time now I'm an adult, but I do notice my overwhelming efforts in arranging for memories and moments like thos in my son's life, so he can remember his childhood with a happy smile in his face. Some days I tell myself I'm in the wrong for doing that, but after reading this post of yours I thought that you're quite right, this is the stuff life is made of, and that's the fabric of our memories when we move through life, not the selfies and the hashtags. Thank u for the reminder!!ReplyDelete
That's a really beautiful word, "saudade", and a wonderful meaning. I think it pretty much sums up what I was trying to write about in my post.Delete
My childhood wasn't particularly good either, but I try to hang on to the good memories, the very best of the bunch. Like when I was swimming in the cabin lake and diving from cliffs. I'm sure your son will thank you, even if he never says it out loud.
I keep chasing that missed something, and I always will.
Thank you for commenting <3
Gorgeous outfit! You look great!ReplyDelete
Yes, we often tend to forget about the small things. Life is more than just your life on the internet! ;)
Internet is taking over our lives for sure. I try to limit myself, but it's too good a distraction from life.Delete
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