Sunday, April 3, 2011
Stuck In The Middle
Yesterday, I bought a pair of boots. "Biker Chick" boots to be exact. They're hot. I kept the receipt. "I'm too old to be young and too young to be old". (What movie is that line from?). That's exactly the thought I had as I was trying on these super-hot boots. I even went so far as to send a photo of me trying on said hot boots to my niece and daughter - I respect their opinions even though I think they're jaded because, well, they love me. But both said, "Go for it! They're hot!" Being 45, middle-aged, is hard. I feel like I don't really belong anywhere. I'm not sure how you're supposed to feel half-way through your life but I don't think I feel any differently - physically anyway - than I did 20 years ago. Actually, truth be told, I'm more fit today than I was 20 years ago. But I shouldn't be shopping in the Juniors section anymore (right) but I CANNOT stand the clothes in the "Women's Department" and please don't ask me to step foot in Coldwater Creek (sorry if I'm offending any of my friends...). I think for now I'll continue to use Vera Wang and The Desperate Housewives as good role models - - fashion role models. And I think I'll hit Old Navy for a new pair of skinny jeans to go with those biker boots.