I'm tired of following the trends. I finally got three pair of boot-cut jeans I like and now it's all about the skinny jeans. Talk about intimidating. In the 80s we at least had the decency to refer to them as "pegged." It's like the kids are rubbing it in our apple-shaped faces. I think I may just stick with what I like and wait for 50 years to be cool. I can live with that. What I like is eating ding dongs, rolling up my pants, having short spiky hair, and wearing frosted pink lipstick.
Maybe it seems unlikely that I will ever really be back in style but just think of it--no one would have thought being a lurpy old-bike riding guy who brown bags a tuna sandwich every day would be in style either. He just had to ride out the whole mercury thing. I expect the same with ding dongs.
Love It!! When exactly can just being comfortable come into style? Cause that's what I'm holding out for!
ReplyDeletegreat post. totally agree on the jeans - by the time they make some to fit my body well - they're old school. alas.
ReplyDeleteMy new theory is that once you hit 39 you are seen as "old" by anyone legitimately trendy, and therefore you can just do what you want. It has been my theory for 26 days now...since I turned 39.
ReplyDeleteRemember when Betty's dad rode his scooter to work? I used to think that was really funny. Now I realize that he was green before green's time.
ReplyDeleteFrosted pink lipstick will be forever cool.
ReplyDeleteI love the big sweater and leggings. It's a good look for me. I hope it totally comes back super soon. Not just halfway comes back.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if those giant hairbows will ever come back or if the giant flowers are as close as we'll get.
You are so prolific lately. I love it!
ReplyDeleteAlso, about the chubby mom thing, awhile ago I was babysitting the two and a half year old son of my gym going, healthy eating, firm bodied, stylish, young mom friend. I don't even know why we're friends. The church makes strange bedfellows.
Anyway, it was getting late and as I lay on the couch and snuggled his warm squiggly little self he patted my tummy and sighed, "you're soft."
I did, indeed, feel justified in my cookie eating ways. I am a good, soft, mom.
"The church makes strange bedfellows"
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. If ever there was a truer statement.
I found you ages ago from Light Refreshments Served and have followed you, Lisa and Vern since. Not only do I love your blogging voices, but apparently I love a lot of your followers too.
I have steadfastly refused to straighten my curly hair, it is the fashion for me, that and a bootylicious body. Hey, it worked for Beyonce, right?
ReplyDeleteBig hair is back, but now I think I'm too old to look cool in it. My hair guy tried to show me how to make it look 'modern' by using my flat iron to curl it, but now my hair sticks out wonky and my fingertips are all burned crispy.
ReplyDeleteYou and the hipster-looking grandpa have the right idea. It is a lesson we all can learn from flat irons and skinny jeans.
I was visiting my grandma the other day and I thought to myself, "She is a hipster!" She was wearing skinny jeans, old-school Keds, and a vintage tee shirt. She was also unknowingly embracing the go-green/indie lifestyle through her knitting and rug making hobbies.
ReplyDeleteBeing hip is overrated.
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ReplyDeleteSo clever! I just have to tell you how much I enjoy reading your blog. Thanks!
ReplyDeletehahaha!! I'm glad I found your blog. You are freaking hilarious.
ReplyDeleteAS you now know, I am waiting for grunge to come back 'round. We all get our moment, there's always going to be a time when we are accidentally awesome. Because of my hair handicap, that will only be when limp, slightly frizzy hair (heroin-chic) and loose clothes of natural fibers and comfort are The Thing. Until then, I will only be making my half-hearted effort by drying my hair straight into its perma-bob. That's as good as it gets, people. I'm waiting it out and embracing old ladyhood.
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