I had such a funny conversation today, with a dear friends daughter. This daughter and my daughter have been friends since they were little, they are now both 25.
|Here are Brittany and Miss L when they were 6|
|Miss L, has the most wonderful expressions, and the most beautiful round brown eyes xx|
|Here is Samantha, Brittany (sisters) and Miss L, I think Brittany’s 13th, a fancy dress party some time ago|
We were talking about the changing society we live in, and how we view ourselves, were we any different then. Miss L said her brother walked in last night and resembled a pin head. I said ‘what do you mean’ well she said his head now looks to small for his body.’
How does that work you may ask yourself. It goes something like this. When these young men in their droves take themselves of to the gym and pump weights, build muscles and sometimes even take steroids. To achieve that well chiseled macho look at me stuff. And yes I do, look that is, that’s what they do it for right, this is their right of passage, mine to.
Yes I smile, at the wonderment of youth, I can do that now because I am moderately mature.
Now the young lasses don’t get of lightly either. They are running around either botoxed out or flashing silicone out the front. With their perfectly straight white teeth and their beautifully tanned bodies, sometimes with an orange tinge. Miss L agrees with me.
But what ever makes you happy and gives you confidence in this challenging ever changing evolving world, I say go for it. xx
I said ‘I am to scared to laugh in public, apart from the fact that I have a laugh that frightens babies and small children, my teeth are crocked and no longer white’ Miss L said that was not the case at all (bless her)
We then reminisced about how long it takes the youngsters to get ready, for an evening out ( about 4 hours, I have witnessed this over and again ). I said ‘yes all that and your back 2 hours later, why?’
So I don’t know about you but I can be ready from whoa to go in 45 minutes:
- hair dryer
- body lotion
- paint on my face
- bag change
- and then if I can be bothered, paint my nails to boot
- out the door
I am sure when I was young, it took just as long, we didn’t have so many products available to us then either, memory has faded and I tend to have a care factor of zero, well not quite, but being primped is not as important to me any more. We are not hyped by marketing or publicity.
Marketing rarely targets my demographic, even finding a magazine for my demographic is a nightmare. Then when they do produce one, all the fashion shoots are with lovely young models, who look fabulous in a paper sack, let alone an outfit for a middle aged woman. Go figure!
The closest I have seen is the Australian Woman’s Weekly, of which I buy one or two a year and it’s not for the fashion either.
I wonder will they wake up and get with the program, we baby boomers do have money, a sin I know.
Or am I jealous and want to be young again!!!! Not on your nelly xxx