Some folks are making fun of the “mom jeans” President Obama wore when he threw out the first pitch at the All-Star Game. They certainly weren’t a high-fashion item, but I thought they were kind of charming and school boyish. And he’s got the creds to get away with it. I mean, come on, leader of the free world? He gets to wear what he wants.
But I’m feeling Michelle’s pain. She of great fashion sense. It must be painful to look so fab and discover you’re married to Steve Urkel. But again, wife of leader of the free world. I don’t think she’s sweating it.
I don’t sweat these things either. Wife of retired person who gets to sleep late every day. He has never been a fashionista, but he’s cute and he cooks. He grew up in Maine and now prefers Hawaiian shirts. We decide whether we will go to a restaurant by determining if he can wear shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. Even in winter. This is his look, and he’s loving it.
He resists advice. I tried to tell him sneakers and anklets is not attractive, but he says it is comfortable and he likes it. I suggested sandals, maybe a sleek leather fisherman-style, and I got the one crazy eyebrow.
But here is the worst: Banded bottom polo. I just look the other way.
So, is your man a stylish metrosexual or is he wearing the equivalent of mom jeans? What’s the one thing that needs to go?
I saw Arnold Schwarzenegger on TV last night, and it was like looking at a zombie or something. What is up with his face? It’s all tight and shiny and weird. Frozen zombie? That sounds like a refreshing cocktail, but my husband said it’s Botox.
Really? I’ve never had Botox. But at the same time, I hadn’t completely ruled it out for the future. There was this photo of me where I looked just a little too much like a shar-pei puppy, and I thought, better not be bad mouthing Botox just yet.
So, I did a little research on Arnold and am unable to state conclusively whether it’s Botox or a facelift, but I did discover a new guilty pleasure called Awful Plastic Surgery. I was going to name names, but I don’t even know where to begin.
Okay. Just one. Donatella Versace. Look for it under “Scary Celebrities.”
Not that I am opposed to any of this stuff. Certainly, people can do whatever they want to themselves. Seeing such horrible results does make you stop and think twice about tinkering with your face simply because it is starting to show signs of age. What’s the return on investment? Everybody knows how old you are.
I believe I'll embrace my wrinkles as I have embraced my silver hair. Aging is not for wimps, and I’m beginning to think, bring it on! This is not about surrendering. I read that some people don't want gray hair because they hold in their heads an image of themselves when they were at their best. And that's what they want to see in the mirror. Maybe that's why I don't have any issues with it. I haven't gotten to the best part yet!
My strategy? Work hard. Play hard. Get plenty of exercise. Drink a lot of water. Moisturize. Seek adventure. Laugh until you snort. Wear snappy clothes and funky shoes and go to sleep at night knowing you gave it your best shot.
I'm growing my hair from the super-short crop I was sporting earlier this year. Going for the bob, I think, but we'll see. Growing hair is never easy, but at least this time it is all my natural color. I've been playing around with headbands, and I think the results are pretty good.
The one thing I noticed in this picture is that my hair doesn't seem to have the moist healthy shininess of youth. Damn. Oh, that's right. I'm not young!
I also noticed it's a little flat on top. I am hoping both problems can be solved with "product." But then I wonder if our friend product is contributing to the dry crunchy dullness of age. Maybe I just need a little more length.
If you want to see beautiful long gray hair, which by the way is not exactly poofy, check out the pictures of Cindy and Yasmina at the Going Gray, Looking Great website. I just want to dunk my head in a vat of conditioner after seeing that.
Another point -- you can't tell from this picture, but I have a huge head. Honestly. Headbands from Target and other discount places are skull-crushing torture devices. I found super-comfortable and beautiful headbands by L. Erickson at France Luxe. Yes, they are expensive. But worth it, in my opinion.
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