Sunday, August 22, 2010
Last week, while shopping with my niece for shoes I had a harsh realization about my age. While I still feel like I am only 18, my drivers license would say otherwise. I am quickly approaching an age group that will make certain things, in my mind, inappropriate. My niece found a darling pair of grey boots that she was quick to snatch up. (they were also a screaming deal that saved her about $60 from other stores we had seen identical boots at.) I decided to try them on as well. (who couldn't use a cute new pair of boots for the coming fall?) Unfortunately for me, instead of making me look cute and trendy, it made me look like I belonged with Robin Hood and his merry men. Sad. Age appropriateness has been creeping into my hairstyle decision as well. I personally feel that long hair should be for the younger crowd (by long I mean past your shoulders.). When a woman reaches a certain age her hair starts to make her look like she is trying to be young again and usually isn't very flattering. Instead, she should cut her hair so that she looks dignified and like she is aging gracefully. (In the same respect, once she reaches say 70 she can let her hair grow long again so she can put it up in a granny bun.) In my head, the cut off date is 30 years old. So in 4 short weeks I need to decide what to do. Either cut my hair off (which I am fine with) or change the crazy rule I have set up in my head. Either way, I better start deciding which way I need to go time is a ticking and I ain't getting any younger.