Hello friends! I have to say, first and foremost, that I have felt SO spoiled about how many questions you have left on my Q&A post, and I can hardly wait to do the video 😀 Also, my “Pore Confessions” post? Holy Smokes! Thanks ladies for your sweet, encouraging, uplifting, insightful comments! It really warmed my heart each time a new note came in from one (or ten!) of you. To tell the truth, I felt a little nervous posting it, but all my fears were dashed to smithereens each time I pressed “approve” on the comments. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I really don’t deserve readers like you. Oh, how spoiled I am 😉
Moving on… prepare yourself before you scroll down, because I am wearing something you don’t see me bedeck myself in very often: Crops! I have a deep dark secret that not many of you know about, and that is this: I LOVE crops! I have had such a soft-spot in my heart for this style of skinny trousers when I first saw them in the Boden catalog, and again when watching the Dick van Dyke show with Mary Tyler Moore’s adorable pants. Such an admiration made me desirous of laying my hands on a pair ever since… that is, until now 🙂
Our family is very cautious about the fit of pants that we girls are allowed to wear, so my dream of obtaining a pair of slim-fitting trousers that met all our standards was one that probably wouldn’t be realized unless I made myself a pair, which I wasn’t too thrilled about. Wide-leg pants I can do, skinny pants on the other hand… well, the fitting would drive me nuts!
It just so happened that ModCloth was having their 75% off sale shortly after Christmas, and what did my eyes behold in the “bottoms” section? The perfect pair of crops! The fit was loose enough without being bulky, the hem perfect… and they were only $18 with shipping! Score! And then… they arrived. And I put them on. And they fit… not like I was hoping. Let’s just say my hips are my biggest enemy when it comes to pants (darn you little skimpy things!) I bawled more than I should have over the first time I tried them on… but later that evening I gave it another go, fixing a few things here and there, and bingo! They were perfect (as far as online-ordering standards go, that is 😉 )!
Okay, you can scroll down and see what pants I am actually talking about, now that you know the full story 🙂
Sweater: ThredUP (J. Crew) // Pants: ModCloth (on sale!) // Socks: Target? // Shoes: DSW (Crown Vintage) // Necklace: Gift
Now that you have heard one big confession of mine, how’s about another? I used to have Gerascophobia (fear of growing old). Well, to a small extent. You see, ever since I was very young, I always wanted things that I enjoyed to last as long as possible… for forever even. I suppose you could say that I was (am) materialistic. That weakness grew up with me in my teen years, and manifested itself in the fear of my favorite clothes getting too worn out to wear, not wanting to wear actual vintage because I feared it won’t last very long, and little things like that. But it also manifested itself in big ways.
The majority of our girls singing gigs involves elderly audiences: old age homes and the like. When we first started singing at these venues, I thought nothing of it. They were just another audience for us to sing to, no big deal, right? Right. But then we started interacting with our audiences, and talking with them after shows; and I began to realize just how fragile the lives of this generation of people are. That their time on earth was running out… because of their age.
As we interacted with these audiences more and more, my desire for things on earth to last as long as possible began to be manifested in how I felt about singing at these venues. I would become cold and reserved. Depressed and saddened. I was seeing the very lives of these people slipping away as they aged closer and closer to the end. Being as young as I am, the prime of my teens, seeing persons close to the end of life took its toll on me, and caused me to realize the fragility of life. It doesn’t last forever. The years of learning and goodness, blessing and joy, they don’t last. You can’t always be dancing and singing, skipping, exercising, moving your body, and enlivening your soul. Age takes that away. You are sucked of it. Youth fades, and everything with it.
That is what I thought… until I watched a film. A film that would change my perspective on this subject hugely. That film was Advanced Style.
For those of you who might not have heard of this film, it is based on a blog & book by the same title. The gentleman behind Advanced Style captures through photography the personal fashions of older folks in New York. I had heard about the documentary a few months ago, and got really excited. I got even more excited when Dad found it on Netflix a couple weeks ago. But I was only excited because I thought this was a new film that had a super creative subject. I didn’t even think of my phobia and depression that I had been experiencing over the subject of aging.
As the film progressed, we were introduced to ladies who were in their 60s-90s who had incredible style and led incredible lives. These women were defying the “norm” of what people think of the elderly, and they were wearing the high heels, the designer coats, the chic crops (ha!). They were kicking up their legs and dancing, singing, modeling for fashion designers… everything you would never expect a lady in her 90s to do. Figuratively, my jaw was on the floor.
I realized afterward that my perspective on getting older had completely been transformed. A shrapnel of light had been let into my darkness of depression, and I realized that getting older doesn’t mean you stop dancing. It means you get older because you stop dancing. The life in your soul, however much it may mature, doesn’t have to grow old like your body. Though the curse of sin has taken us from immortality on earth, to mortality, that does’t mean our joy must cease! We have eternal life in Christ! We have joy in Him! After all, He is the Lord of the Dance, is He not? Though our bodies age with time and our physical ability to dance, sing, and move around changes; the dancing, singing, and moving in our souls doesn’t have to change. And what’s inside always comes out in some way, right?
So, I guess you could say that I’ve learned that joy in life doesn’t happen materially. It happens spiritually in Christ. He is joy, He is peace, He is rest, He is the Lord of the Dance. So, come on ladies, let’s dance!
-Charlotte, the youngest sister & singer