Mid-life crisis dressing. .. Why didn't I dress this outrageously when I was young and hot? It would have been more appropriate then than now. Oh well - this transitional period between youthful pimples and middle aged wrinkles becomes increasingly interesting and enlightening. Inhibitions have fallen by the wayside. I have come to accept that nobody is perfect, and that the dimple in my thigh makes me feminine, femininity never being one of my traits. Tomboyishness and tomfoolery yes - they were the very fiber of my youthful being. But the mature me will embrace being a woman, I will grow up - not graciously - but grateful. Grateful for health, peace and pleather.
