Last night I couldn’t sleep and ended up watching the first two episodes of girls of the playboy mansion (ok, don’t sniff…its my guilty pleasure ;D)
Anyway I totted up to bed afterwards in my fluffy slippers with pom poms (sexy!) and settled down into a deep…deep..sleep….
And then I started to dream, at first it was brilliant! I was the hottest girl in the playboy mansion, shaking my little tush and generally being totally fabulous, it was quite brilliant to be honest.
Then suddenly it all changed, I was still in my little bikini but I’d got really, really old and haggard and droopy and everyone around me was recoiling in disgust, and I couldn’t leave! I was stuck in Mr Hefner’s mock Tudor mansion being gawked at and ridiculed…FOREVER!!!!!
I naturally woke up in a cold sweat, it was one of those dreams where you still kind of don’t know whether its real when you wake up. I literally felt on the verge of a panic attack. After tea and no sympathy from big J (who wasn’t that impressed being woken with news of my dream about the girls of the playboy mansion, especially once he realised it wasn’t that kind of dream! ) I came to the conclusion that this dream might have been about getting old …. just call me Einstein! .
I think its really starting to bother me, on some subconscious level.
And I think I have proof. I discovered I needed glasses while I was pregnant (over a year ago) and have a really nice designer pair of specs, but despite everyone telling me I look…. intelligent… cute…. and even foxy in these specs I have never worm them!
They always seem to be under the bed, left in the car, on the moon?, basically anywhere I can’t find them. And now my eye sight has got so bad that I think I need to be fitted for the next size up, or whatever the technical optician term is.
Its got to the point that Ellie (teen daughter) and Big J discretely check me for over blusher usage before I leave the house, I simply can not see my rosy cheeks for the trees!
Going shopping for clothes is no better, I have always really loved clothes and think I had my on little style thing happening, but now I am confused… am I dressing to young or do I look like a frump? is it OK to be borrowing your teenage daughters jumpers or is that just plain wrong! ?
I know I am not alone in the whole mutton/lamb scenario as the lovely Yummy Mummy wrote a brilliant blog about the same problem.
All in all, I think it was better in my grandmas time. In those days once you’d got married and had a couple of kids there was no expectation for you to still look hot, it was all house coats and curlers!
Not that I want to completely give up and grow hair on my chin or anything, its just that I feel the heat of the competition to be younger, more shiny, less tired some how?
Is that just me? Would love to know how you guys feel. Do you think we are stuck in a world of young kids and plastic grown-ups? or are you glad we can all get surgery to look 15 till we’re 90! Its over to you guys what do you think?……
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Tags: fears, getting older, growing up, holly, kendra, playboy
What a great post. I just dont know the anwer. It is hard to dress age appropriate when you dont know what approriate it!!
Exactly! We need some kind of hand book or something, god I hope Gok wan isn’t listening ;D !
I have watched the girls of the playboy mansion and I just don’t understand what they see in Hugh and he is definetly Mutton dressed as lamb if ever I have seen it. I think there is a lot of pressure on you to stay slim, young looking and always dressed nicely more so nowadays with magazines and tv shows. I look young for my age, although not as young since I had kids. I find it tough to know what to wear as I don’t look old enough for certain things but too old for short dresses, etc. Plus what is it with the kids on american tv shows, they look into their 30s half the time when they are only in their late teens early twenties. xx
You know that I am soooo with you on this one! And who told you about me growing hairs on my chin?!?! ; ) xxx
Lol! they cant be longer than mine..I have em beaded!
xxx
I found out for the first time last weekend that there are certain things I am too old to wear…like a teddy bear bobble hat. It was very cool but for a 13, not 30 year old.
And I bought heated rollers for myself last month….
Yikes.
It’s fun getting older, aslong as we never have to shop in BHS.
I’m getting old. The other day, I thought my child’s doctor looked like a teenager. Also, my face takes too long to rearrange itself in the morning. Still, I don’t own any make-up, so I suppose I’m not obsessed yet. The plastic thing is not so bad in Belgium. People are still quite natural.
Love your blogs Helen, everytime you make me laugh, but remember as Coco Chanel said “The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.” and “Elegance is not the perogative of those who have just escaped from adolescence, but of those who have already taken possession of their future.”
Much love
Karen xx
P.s Why do you think you never see pics of me : )
Wow love that Coco Chanel quote! can always count on you for something both wise and classy xxxxx
wow no make up! good on u, don’t know what i’d do with out it. Think maybe i should relocate to Belgium xx
Must learn from you, you have the right attitude! And must try and remember no teddy bobble hat…. ;D
Growing old gracefully has got to better than the alternative – plastic surgery. Susan Sarandon said she’d never have plastic surgery as she’d never seen anyone that looked good after it. I’m with her. The glasses thing is scary. All the women at my book club now wear them for reading, including me!
Oh I love Susan Sarandon more now! I think the world might have gone a little plastic mad! thanx loads for the comment btw, fellow sexy spec wearer ;D