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On Being Boring

I moved from London to Brussels with my husband nearly 10 years ago. When I told people we were moving, the news was greeted with bemusement: why did we want to move to a city that was possibly the most boring place on earth? Ten years later and I can honestly say that I've had more fun here than I ever did living in London. It might not be the most exciting city in the world but it is a fantastic place to live. It is full of hidden treasures that you probably never get to see as a tourist: wonderful shops, amazing food, great museums and galleries, beautiful architecture, a forest (yes, a whole forest), and so much more... And if that doesn't convince you, well, get on a train and you could be in Paris, Amsterdam, Cologne or, yes, London in no more than a couple of hours... Which other city can you say that about?

LTWRL – Week 8

This is Amélie. I try increasingly hard not to tell her what to wear or what not to wear because what do I know? I want her to explore and discover her own style for herself. That sometimes results in some pretty eye-watering colour/pattern combinations but better that than growing up unable to wear anything other than black. I used to get compliments for wearing colour when I’d have some grey in my outfit and it’s taken me years, literally, to build up the confidence to wear real colour (not grey) again. Also, what better way to teach someone that appearance is more important than anything else than my making a fuss about what they’re wearing every day? And what better way to teach someone that their idea of pretty is wrong, and that they need to live up to someone else’s standards of acceptable beauty? And so, pretty much my only rules are:

(1) your clothes have to be more or less weather appropriate (e.g. sandals are not appropriate footwear in the snow. Yes, even with socks.);

(2) your clothes have to cover all the important bits (so when a dress gets so small for you it’s more like a t-shirt, leggings or trousers must be worn with it); and

(3) fancy-dress is not school appropriate (except for when it is – but then I want to see a note from the teacher).

Oh yes, and clothes will preferably be clean. More or less. Or at least should not have huge stains on the front. Unless they appear (cough – are noticed – cough) seconds before we have to leave for school. In which case I can’t be bothered to have a fight getting you to change. So actually, embarrassingly dirty clothes are acceptable but please tell your teachers I’m ill or travelling or something.

Anyway, as I was saying. This is Amélie. All Amélie. Blazer, shirt, scarf tied in a giant bow, fake glasses. Crazy but brilliant.

Full post, as usual, HERE.

4 April 2014 - 2:35 PM Ingrid - I love Amelie. I hope she always dances to the beat of her own drum. I hope she always finds the other side of the mirror to be of her liking..her way..her rules. I love how she dresses..I love how she dresses! I think she needs to come help me out :) I love what you wrote. My rules are the same. It's as if I were reading my own words. Brilliance, confidence..fun and beautifully everything. That is your Amelie. xxoo 2016 <3

4 April 2014 - 4:18 PM Annie - Amélie is my style icon. I love even more that now I can see your photos and really 'see' her! (that doesn't make sense..but it kinda does?) "tell your teachers I’m ill or travelling or something." hehe Oh! That evening, Justin was admiring your instagrams and pointed out to me that she has TWO fake glasses. We are both very impressed ;)

4 April 2014 - 8:09 PM amanda - Love how she wears her scarf!

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