So, every text, tweet and email I’ve sent recently seems to have an glaringly obvious error in it, glaringly obvious after the event.
A quote from one of my emails: “what’s wring with people?” Not even an auto-correct fail.
It’s an adjustment to wearing reading glasses. Glasses should improve sight, the opposite seems to be true.
There comes a phase in life where 20/20 vision fails. My arms aren’t long enough for me to comfortably read messages on my phone anymore. An eye test confirmed it.
On the upside, am excited at the prospect as a whole new world of facial accessories (aka glasses) opening up to me. My current frames cost £4.25 in Wilkinsons (am starting cheap and building up). On the downside, when not in use, I either can’t find them or wear them like an Alice band, which creates bad hair.
As I type this, in a local cafe it’s part of “practising wearing glasses in public”.
Everyone in the cafe is blurry.
The optician said glasses take some adjusting to. Did she mean physically, emotionally or mentally?
Am wondering if these means I have entered ‘middle age’? I tend not to think about my age. Most of the time I genuinely can’t remember. That may be an age related memory loss. If someone happens to ask, I tell them the year I was born and leave them to work it out.
It’s not that I’m ashamed of how old I am, my view is it isn’t that important and I don’t want to be defined by it. I am not immune to how other people judge age.
Channel 4 aired a brilliant documentary; Fabulous Fashionistas. About 6 women all over 70 who each challenged perceptions of “old ladies”. Each had a clear individual style. Fashion mattered to them, how they looked mattered. Mostly what seemed to matter was a love of Life. That age isn’t a barrier to working, running, dressing, loving, generally living life. None of them allowed themselves to be defined by their age. Nor were they fighting age with botox or surgery.
A wonderful antidote to the invisibility of older women. If you didn’t see, it really is worth watching. The link is here.
It’s a rare women that doesn’t pursue youth through creams and potions. Rather than give into the grey, I dye my hair. Grey hair is such a signifier of age, it allows people to bracket me and I don’t want to be bracketed. I am happy to create an illusion of youth. Keeps those who judge guessing.
The six women of Fabulous Fashionistas had me question that. Maybe I should give in to the grey and instead of colouring my hair, add more colour to my clothes. Make a different type of statement. None of them ‘looked’ their age, which made me think about how much attitude plays a huge part on how a person ages, and perhaps expensive creams matter less.
Older Mum wrote a beautiful post embracing being a woman in her forties; In full bloom. Age for me as brought contentment, experience and a touch of wisdom based on four decades lived. All good things.
What has age brought you?