Confession: I am 45 years old and have no idea who I am any more.
That got your attention didn’t it? Ok I’m exaggerating a little but somewhere in between teaching 3 children to poop on the toilet (instead of the floor) and getting them all successfully enrolled in secondary school, I’ve lost my way a little. I’m bored of wearing the school mum uniform of knee high boots and a jazzy scarf. And before you hide your legs under the table or whip your scarf off, I know I’m not alone!
If I analyse this a bit deeper, I’m not all that confident in myself any more – either in what I like (that can be home decor, hair styles, clothes, make up or even TV series) or what suits me. I get swayed so easily by what other people are doing and what I think I should be liking (I blame Instagram and Pinterest for that!) that I quickly become bamboozled and end up making no decisions at all.
Having teenage daughters can sometimes be helpful but if you’re looking for a confidence boost you ain’t gonna get it from that direction. The one time I wore red lipstick I was accused of looking like a transvestite and my eldest daughter literally dragged me away from the faux leather bomber jackets the other day.
Well enough is enough!
In an attempt to regain my confidence, I am determined to embrace some things that I’ve been deliberating over for a while now. Things that if asked, most people (certainly my daughters) would say I’m too old for. Things that I *might* just have tucked away in my wardrobe for a Red Letter Day…
1. Faux Leather (and fur)
I’ve lumped these two together because they are both ‘faux’ and because they are both items I have recently declared myself as ‘too old’ for. But I love them! So why not? I think that this will become my new mantra.
If you caught up with myLittle Loves post last week you will know that the faux leather jacket has already been sourced (but is as yet unworn) and the faux fur gilet I have got my eye on is currently in the sale. Watch this space.
Before you think I’ve gone out of my mind, I’m not talking about the ones that hold up your trousers, but the kind that straightens your teeth. This is one that I’ve stopped deliberating over…five years later and I’m doing it!
I’ve had my first appointment for the Invisalign braces and it’s all systems go. There’s a minor hitch in that the impressions they got last week weren’t good enough so I’ve got to go through the whole saga again. Please tell me that I’m not the only person who gagged like a neurotic child whilst having this done? The thought of doing it all again tomorrow fills me with dread but there’s no pain without gain, right?
3. Gilmore Girls
Ok so this is a bit of a red herring but technically it falls under the same category – something that I am probably too old for. Most people who adore Gilmore Girls are somewhere between the ages of 25 and 35, but when it was first aired back in the 2000s I was nursing a baby whilst trying to avoid morning sickness with my second one. I did not have time for watching the TV.
My husband regularly questions “Do you actually like this programme? No really, do you?” (I haven’t disclosed the fact that there are 6 series!). Well the answer to that question is yes, I do. My daughter and I have decided that Stars Hollow is the first place on our Bucket List and if you tell me it doesn’t exist, I might just question whether you need to start thinking outside of your middle age box – live a little people!
4. Short Skirts
Don’t panic, I’m steering clear of the leopard print (that was just a one time outing for a fancy dress party). Although they are definitely lacking some colour, when encased in thick black tights, my legs are actually ok. Shouldn’t I be embracing that?
That question was rhetorical by the way.
Ah the trainers….every teenage girl’s favourite wardrobe essential. Why not every middle aged mums? They are practical, comfortable and stylish. Ok the Adidas Flux or Nike Air Max might be going a little too far but these babies have got my name written all over them…
On more than one occasion this year, I’ve heard myself declaring: ‘Oh I’m far too old for that’. Well call it a midlife crisis if you will, but I’m going to be casting off the midlife shackles and saying ‘to heck with it!‘ a little more often. Care to join me?