One day last week, I was out shopping with my husband of over 24 years. Our task, to find some new tops for the warmer weather to go with what my husband so cutely refers to as my, “ big girl clothes”. Having to shop most of my life in the juniors department has made the leap to, “ big girl clothes” difficult at times. I am a grown woman having to shop in a not so grown up world. It can be very frustrating. To add to that frustration…shopping with my better half. I turned to find him holding up a pair of the tiniest shorts, “ Hey Slim, What about these?” I glanced to look at what amounted to a wash cloth with a zipper and pockets and asked…where’s the rest of them? I then proceeded to point out the fact that I was forty-something years old and those were not appropriate attire for me. What do you mean he asked? They are in your size! Well, just because something is in my size, does not make it right for me. Needless to say, we both grew a little agitated with the other. He couldn’t understand my reluctance to wear the clothing he was picking out, and I couldn’t understand his reluctance to accept that I was a grown woman, not a hoochie momma. In all the years we’ve been married; his attire has basically remained the same. For non-work attire it’s either a pair of jean shorts or the same standard brand of Levi’s that he has worn since before we got married. Now I don’t know about you ladies, but this bothers me. Whenever he is in need of jeans, he simply heads to the Levi’s section and looks for the 501 style that he has worn for ages. I on the other hand need to pack a lunch and prepare to try on 501 styles of jeans! That is a whole other blog in itself.
Back to the teenie bopper clothing. No offense to the brand maker, but why in the world would I want to have the word JUICY written across my bum? JUICY? Firstly, what ever happened to truth in advertising? Lumpy, bumpy, jiggly or even saggy…now that would be more like it. How about, “ Objects in mirror are smaller then they appear?” Talk about a new form of, “ bumper sticker”. Honestly, not to be a prude or anything, but I don’t find the wording juicy appropriate for any age female derriere. But I digress from my original point. The following day while driving in traffic I was reflecting on the events at Macy’s the day before. I wondered, was my husband trying to turn me back in to a twenty something or is it that he can’t see the fact that I’ve grown to be forty something years old? Is it that in his mind and in his eyes I am still that same 19 year old he married? Was the whole incident the day before truthfully a compliment instead of an insult to me? I pulled my car off the exit ramp and once again headed back to Macy’s. I would surprise him by buying that off the shoulder top he thought looked so good. The washcloth with pockets…well, I saved that one for the 5 year olds that they would cover appropriately. I’m all for dressing to impress, but the impression I wish to leave is age appropriate. What do you think?
Diva~Heel Thyself!
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