Anyone who knows me, knows how I feel about getting old…CANT FRIKKIN' WAIT! Yes you heard it right. Do you know how hard it is for a black girl to die her hair full on ash white? Don't know? Ask my hair dresser. My hair just won't take to it and my mother thinks I'm crazy. Our regular convo will go like this:
Me: Mom stop dying your hair, the salt and pepper look is amaze balls…you know what I wouldn't give for it
Mom: (in a haitian accent) ah Fabi…you crazy…everyone wants to look young and you want to be old
Me: Yes and I will be the old lady that won't give a crap what people think about what i wear, say or do.
:: At this point my mom rolls her eyes, sucks her teeth and goes back to watching Dancing with the Stars ::
But until that day comes, all I can do is just continue to admire them. There is even this one woman at my gym who has to be AT LEAST 65 who is always killing it at the gym. I can't help but to always stare, she is so cute. One of these days I will catch a picture of her, and I will make sure to post it on instagram when I do.
In the meantime, I can just watch this short documentary called "Fabulous Fashionistas". The women in the film's average age is 80. You can not tell me that they are speaking to the future me.
Thats my rant for the week I guess.