Feeling Part of the Out Crowd

So today I went on a photo shoot for work. It was for a project that isn't really relevant other than the fact that it was supposed to be an 'urban' setting with younger people fitting in with the 'in' crowd.

Young, hip, edgy, and urban, all in the same place. That is what the shots were all about. Wearing the lastest clothes, having the latest look, and all this expendable income to buy shoes with!

The weird thing was that I was the client (it was being shot for MY project) but I felt totally out of it. I was trying to figure it out what the deal was. Was I ill? Was I unwell? Not sure.

Then I got it.

I had Naomi and Jack with me and I was out of place there. Here's the weird thing though...i didn't care. I was looking around at all the 'beautiful people' as they were discusing the latest album to drop, the lastest gadget to have, and which club was hopping last night. There were cool clothes, gobs of makeup, cool sunglasses (on a cloudy day), gold chains, sports cars in the street, and plenty of bling to go around.

I, on the other hand, had a a 5 year old shyly gripping one hand worried about all the strangers around, and a 7 month old in the stroller I was pushing. The double drink-holder had a Starbucks in one hole, and a 8oz bottle of formula in the other. I had a neon green purse containing a dozen plastic puppies draped around my neck because someone was too tired to hold it, a new barf stain down the front of my second-day-in-a-row sweatshirt, and my hair was all over the place because I forgot to do it.

Yeah, I didn't exactly fit in. People walked by until they realized I was the client. Then it was 'how are you?', 'are these your kids?', 'is that barf?'

The funny thing was I didn't care. I looked around at everyone, and there were some very cool people.

I had my kids. That was all the bling I needed.