This F..f..f.fifty season is getting more shocking every day! Just about the time I’ve adjusted to a change that this ‘gracefully aging’ seems to bring, something new develops!
Not having read the manual on aging (that by the way, I believe one of my daughters gave me), I am constantly surprised. Today, I’m standing in front of the powder room mirror, applying the anti-aging cream (or was that wrinkle repair cream?) when I was just shocked. I looked a little closer, adjusted my magnifying reader glasses, and “oh, no!”…”there are wrinkles on my chest”! Now mind you, I don’t’ often wear plunging neck lines, but a little rounded neckline is nice occasionally. And I have wrinkles on my chest.
Now that I think about it, I don’t know if my grandmother had wrinkles on her chest. Face…yes, hands…yes, but chest? I don’t know. She wore house dresses, remember those? The cotton numbers that came in a variety of floral prints, and usually had beautiful pearly snap ups on the front. Buttoned up to the chin. Never thought about it, but now I know…she was covering up her wrinkly chest!
I’m no fashion diva, but lately I’ve been contemplating what to wear considering my “age”. I love my little knee-length jean shorts with holes torn in them…but, just maybe they’re to “young” for me?! I want to look cute, sassy, spunky…but, a low-cut neckline or pants that button on my hips just don’t flatter my attributes (especially now with this newest revelation)! Which, has me thinking about my grandma’s wardrobe…
Lordy, Lordy…if I figure out why she wore support hose, or my mother wore panty hose…I’m just gonna flip!