Changed By Change

So here's the thing...

Change happens.

I tell you what, I'm always shocked when I walk past a mirror and see my image. I think, "Who is that and what happened to HER?"
Oh.
Then I stop and look closer and recognize some of the original parts are still somewhat recognizable:
The brilliantly white teeth,
The sparkling eyes
The crazed expression on my face.

The changes are just as obvious, especially the 'platinum highlights' I've embraced these last few years.
My taste has changed as I experiment with this 'old is the new black' lifestyle. I take risks (like leggings-they are easy to wear if you don't mind feeling like you forgot to put your skirt on before leaving the house). I have also gotten a real kick out of watching the reactions of my friends and family when they see what I'm up to next.

Wait, I've ALWAYS gotten that reaction....

Change means we move toward positive stuff  like fun, personal interests, exploring new places and things.

Change also means we move away from downers like stagnation, boredom, routine, stale mindsets, and lack of imagination.

 I think it's okay to reinvent yourself occasionally. What's the worst that can happen?

You can always go back home and get your skirt.

Sisterhood of the Silver Foxes

I have a new club to which I am a proud member.  Forget hair club for men.
What I have is a sisterhood of gray haired ladies.

It seems like since I've embraced my white hair (dear hubby calls it 'platinum'.  I think I'll keep him) I've had many random conversations with other white-haired gals I don't know. I've met 'sisters' in public restrooms and checkout lines. I even had a woman stop me outside a fancy mall during my LA visit.  And we all act as if we've known each other for years.

The opening conversation is always something about whether the color is natural.  Then how long we've worn it this way.

Then it gets down to what products we use. "Do you use the purple stuff?"

We look at each other knowingly and then walk on, knowing we aren't alone in this brave quest of letting the world see us as we really are.

That's scary.  It's been interesting and challenging to let go of the past (hair color) and embrace the future (me as I really am).  My whole attitude about myself and where I fit in has changed.

I kind of like it.

My point is that when we recognize something with whom we identify, it's okay to cut through the clutter of small talk and get to the important things (apparently there's a hair product for my crowning glory that will make it look EVEN BETTER at the beauty supply store).

You may be the founding member of your sisterhood.  Whatever it is, believe me, you aren't alone.  Think of all of the future sisters just waiting to find someone just like you.

You're HOW Old???

Greetings from Ye Olde Funny Farm!

I just recently celebrated yet another birthday and I've made several observations:


You know you're getting old when:


Your friends admire your new orthopedic shoes

Even teenagers open the door for you

Waitresses automatically show you the back of the menu

When clothes shopping you find yourself saying, "It looks comfortable."

When you still have your favorite songs on cassette

Your adult children search your closet for the retro party they're throwing.

You can pretend you can't hear someone and they believe you

You find yourself comparing yourself to a peer and wondering if you look as old as they do

You realize a cute male model in a store looks like your grandson

When someone says your white hair looks good on YOU but THEY'D look too old

You see a photo of yourself from behind and you think it's your elderly aunt

Facebook pictures of your old high school friends show they've gotten older

You make fun of an old lady not dressing for her age and realize you're wearing the same shirt

While car shopping you skip over the red sports car in favor of the 4 door with more comfortable seats and is easier to get in and out of.

Those large print books and magazines at the library aren't funny anymore (and you find yourself cussing that the font size on your cell phone is miniscule)

and finally,

You know you're getting older when letting your hair go gray and you can't decide if you're embracing your age or giving up.


So my friends, thanks for the well wishes on my birthday and may I have many more!

See you later;I'm going over to a friend's house and steal her walking cane.