Not helping my cause...

I made a new purchase today that may make some people in my life unhappy. I can understand, sort of. I am a 39 year old woman...sigh. I am old. I know. I get it. I don't feel old or feel like I need to change who I am because of my age. As much as I have been encouraged to, I refuse to shop at Bon Worth or any derivative thereof. I do not like dresses. I do like those flossy, flowy hippy girl skirts. I have worn Doc Martins with a dress that was forced upon me. And, I will never stop wearing these:



Why gray? Why not sequined and sparkly and loud? Um, have we met? Gray and blue are my favorite colors. An Old Navy tshirt and baggy jeans is my uniform in life...my comfort. My, in the words of Jerry Seinfeld, "Golden Boy". Although I use "Gray Girl", but you understand. My favorite line in "My Many Colored Days" is, "Gray day. Everything is gray. I watch but nothing moves today.". I like to observe but not be observed. I like to hide in the background. Makes me sound kind of creepy and antisocial. Don't mean it that way. I don't mean women should be seen and not heard...I just hate to be the center of attention. I think my family believes that in my attempts to blend in, I stick out even more. I guess they want me to best the best I can be. I appreciate it, I really do. But, just to let everybody know, there's nothing that makes me feel better than a good haircut, a new tshirt and a pair of "clunky" shoes. I know...I'm not 13 or a boy.

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