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Today was well, a bust…a few hours off, I thought I’ll pick up a few sweaters at the mall. First, I needed to eat…glancing around for something delicious and not too lethal, I chose, macaroni and cheese pizza. What can I say, I was hungry.
On to the sweater hunt: I envisioned some short, cropped, plain things with maybe a tiny bit of flare. All I found were long sweaters with lots of gold lame intertwined.
Long sweaters make me look older and shorter than I like. In fact, it feels like everything makes me look older and shorter and well, fa than I want to.
And that is where reality hits…how to fit into my new culture, the over 50 set. I am looking for role models and not having a whole heck of a lot of luck. The Hollywood gals are hitting the Botox and in a Google search for role models over 50, I saw 10 women who are keeping their Olympiad bodies no matter what!
I want to find those women, like me, who are struggling, but living well, with the whole gaining shrinking thing. Graceful, laughing women…the Judi Dench’s of The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. It is hard to do. But I’m looking…
And so it goes, the role model search for aging. I didn’t realize I needed one. When the gold lame glittered back at me in mirror after mirror today, it hit me I need clothes and the corresponding people that speak to me about how in heck I’m to do this whole graceful aging thing.