Let's talk about wrinkles today.
Not because it's the most fun thing to talk about.
But because I absolutely don't really want to talk about it.
so I really should. Are you following my logic?
I have always said that growing old is beautiful,
and your face is like a map of your life...
And still I cringed when I saw photos of myself.
I felt like a hypocrite!
I took a closer look upon myself. Me and my wrinkles.
They are a part of me and deserve just as
much love and attention as my favorite parts gets.
Crow feet around my eyes.
They are a sure sign I laugh a lot.
I really should say they are a tribute to how wonderful my life is.
I don't think one can laugh too much!
And the wrinkles on my forehead from pondering over heavy topics.
I am so happy I have a functional brain that challenges me everyday.
How dreadfully boring it would be not to have those internal
conversations with myself everyday...
... and let's not forget about the wrinkles on my hands.
The road map for my adventures with silver and everything else.
I look down at my chipped nail polish and cracked skin
and I think about everything these two hands have accomplished.
It's actually a miracle they are still here.
If someone put me through so much everyday, surely
I would quit and pack my bags and head for the hills.
Still, there they are. Just hanging out. Never complaining.
Eagerly awaiting my next move..
When I think about my layers...
My ruffles and roadmap of my life.
I feel good. I have done so much. Seen so much.
Maybe my layers and I can become friends after all.
on a separate note
Between wedding stuff....
(can you believe there is only 23 days left EEEEEK!)
I have been trying to squeeze in some metal and stones.
Maybe there will be a shop update next week? :o)