Everything that happens
helps you grow,
even if it's
hard to see right now.
Circumstances
will direct you, correct you and perfect you over time. Hold on to
hope.
The tiniest thread will twist into an unbreakable cord. Let hope
anchor
you in the possibility that this is not the end of your story ...
that change will bring you to peaceful time.
In 2020, supermodel Paulina Porizkova, who recently suffered the loss of her estranged husband, late Cars frontman Ric Ocasek, has set out to extricate herself from the harmful beauty ideals women face as they age. Sharing a makeup-free selfie, silver hair growing in at her roots, the 54-year-old mused on the influence of social media on today’s notions of beauty.
Today narcissism is king and constant self-improvement is queen. Who wants to see “real” people on social media? No, we want aspirational. We want tips and secrets and shortcuts to how best present ourselves in the most glowing light. We want people to envy us, to copy us, to buy what we sell them, whether it’s our words, our brands, torture or magic.
In this crowded forrest of aspirations, I look for the little meadows of peace. To me, those are the truthful ones, the ones that don’t always look amazing, and don’t always feel amazing, and aren’t just so fucking thrilled to be their awesome selves.
So, this is what I really look like. Not a great photo, early in the morning, no make up no filters, just the real true me. I’ll be turning 55 soon. At first glance, I think - ew. I look so old. Grief is certainly no beauty maker. My eyelids are starting to droop. The jowly bits next to my mouth don’t only make me look older but also somehow bitter. The gray in my hair is an easy fix, although, honestly, I’d love to just grow it out and stop coloring.
Now, how can I help to make all this -what we consider flaws - to be seen differently, to be seen as confidence and beauty of a mature age rather than something that needs to be eliminated? I used to think gray hair was aging, that it was a sign of giving in to being old, but thanks to many glorious and rocking hot women on Instagram, I’ve changed my vision to gray hair being sexy and confident. @themiddleagedgoddess @annikavonholdt
There was a quote by @pink to her little daughter, about how it was not for them to fix themselves to fit the standards of beauty, but rather to help other people discover their beauty. Now, that is something to strive for. Not change yourself to fit in the box, but to blow up the fucking box. I’d like to end this post with a rousing “ let’s blow up the fucking box, ladies”, but although I really want to, and will try my best, the truth is that I am a mid-fifties woman, I’m vain and insecure, and next week I could decide to have surgical help to fit the comfortable and warm and familiar box instead of crusading to blow it up. #selfie #truth #beauty #sexyhasnoagelimit#blowupthefuckingbox
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Since Louis François Cartier opened the first shop in 1847 in Paris, the jewelry house has become synonymous with luxury jewelry. Twenty-seven years later his son, Alfred Cartier, took over the bus…
The Manchester Tiara was made by Cartier, Paris, in 1903 to the order of
Consuelo, Dowager Duchess of Manchester. Cartier’s records note that she
supplied over a thousand brilliant-cut diamonds and more than 400 rose-cut
diamonds, while Cartier supplied further rose-cut diamonds and the paste stones
which make up the scrolls at the end of each side.
An imposing tiara if there ever was one, the Cartier Indian Tiara is a design of Indian inspiration (hence the name) rendered solidly in diamonds, sapphires, and pearls. Its attribution to Cartier is likely but not definite, and it was probably made in the early 20th century. It belonged to a fascinating, if lesser known, royal figure: Princess Marie Louise (1872-1956).
Cartier Portland Tiara was commissioned by the 6th Duke of Portland for his wife, Duchess Winifred.
