I have an image in my head of what I will look like as I get older. Future me still has short hair but it is greyer. There are laughter lines, tonnes of mascara and red lipstick. I look at ease. I can see the clothes too. Minimalist, structural, easy to wear. These are clothes that whisper their gorgeousness and are designed to be worn, not merely admired.
I can see that woman and I am in awe of her. I am just not sure how to get there. My inspiration has been lacking. Recently I was waiting for breakfast when a woman joined the queue. Oh, she looked so good it gave me the fizzy. Tan trainers, black tights, a grey frilled smock dress, black coat and a bob so sharp it could cut you. She looked so at ease it made my heart soar. I told her how wonderful she looked and we both left the place beaming.
Later that evening I was eating dinner with the beloved when a woman walked in and took my breath away. She had short grey hair and had an air about her that was mesmerising. Her look was big glasses, red lips, a super tight top and artfully ripped bleached flares with trainers. My jaw dropped. The beloved then had to listen to me go on about her fabulousness for a good 30 minutes.
These women are my inspiration and when you look for them they are everywhere. They have a sense of freedom and power that’s like a punch in the stomach and a hug at the same time. These phenomenal women are leading the way, lighting the path and showing us how it’s done. I’m applauding loudly and cannot wait to join their ranks.