I’ve been whingeing about my appearance ad nauseum lately. Snore. But I came up with this new blog title in the shower yesterday, so … Only 33 days until cruise embarkation and much to be done. Top of the list: my hair. I started growing it at age 40 because I figured it was my last hurrah before long hair made me look like a frazzled old woman. Four years later …. I look like a frazzled old woman. So it’s going, the day before my 44th birthday. Also going: the grey. I’m over my white, freckly skin too. It’s being replaced with orange, freckly skin, courtesy of my friend’s DIY pop-up spray tan booth. I’m asking my mum for make-up that’s not old and smelly for my birthday. I’m going to persevere with my brutal ab-blasting gym classes. I’m getting a lash tint, brow wax and pedicure. I’ve stopped having bacon and egg sandwiches for breakfast (the unkindest cut of all). I will not have roti with my curry tonight (second unkindest). I will stop stealing from the Sprogs’ party bag stash in the pantry. The makeover extends to my wardrobe too. When I get to Hawaii I’m heading straight to Victoria’s Secret to replace all my faded, holey undies with technicolor new ones and my ultilitarian bras for some sexy push-up ones. Then I’m off to a denim shop for jeans that fit. Husband’s going to suspect I’m having an affair. But I think I’ve missed the boat on that. The only men I meet these days are school dads. And from the whispers I’m hearing in the playground, those school affairs can get pretty messy. Really? Who’d have thunk it.
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I can empathise. I’m 41 and I need to total revamp of my wardrobe, hair, and bikini line! What became of me since I became a mummy. Your holiday sounds fab!
I manage to convince myself I look fine, then I see a photo and the horror, the horror.
yes, me too! Turned 41 this year and have started playing hockey for the first time in my life, I’m going to pole dancing classes (yes by all means laugh, but it’s the best and most fun exercise I’ve ever done!) and got all my hair chopped off last week for the first time ever! My husband calls it a mid life crisis but I’m having more fun at the moment and getting fitter that I have been for a loooooong time.
You’re the third person I’ve heard who’s pole dancing. I hear the thighs get pretty bruised.
Mid life Crisis – thought only men were supposed to have those till I turned 40 (some years back). I am blaming everything on it and not ashamed to do so either!!
Nice to be among friends!
You go girl! My new horsey EVERYTHING life is about 10 days away and I cannot wait! I am turning 45 this year and believe whole heartedly in the concept of women’s mid life crisis. I have persisted flogging myself senseless emotionally and physically doing things that I marginally like for a living for too long….Not any more! The next week and a bit are focussed on dispensing unrelated responsibilities, getting my finances in order, setting up my tackroom and new outdoor training space and office and taking control of my life from that day forward….I cannot wait! From now on I will immerse myself in my dream and live it every day until I cannot physically do it any more…It is going to be one hell of a ride – but for the 1st time in my life I reckon I am up for it :o) Good luck Lans! cannot wait to see the results in a few weeks time xxxx