And that's ok.
I am a grandmother.
I wear Crocs.
And I have decided to never dye my hair again.
But every once in awhile, it's nice to feel, well, cool.
I was kind of cool once...
I was 17 and I rocked this tube top.
Now my daughter Audrey - she's a hipster. She wears the clothes that I love but would never dare to wear.
I pretty much live vicariously thru her wardrobe.
The other day she meandered into the kitchen in a sweatshirt that she had just doctored - she cut out the crew neck and it looked cool. And I thought - why, I could do that and mentally shelved that idea away.
Yesterday I was feeling achey and sore throaty and shivery, so I reached into my closet to grab my green sweatshirt.
My green sweatshirt with Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd on the front of it. I got it at a thrift shop for Mary more years ago than I care to remember. After it fell out of favor with her, it just naturally found it's way to my closet.
I think I wore it to nearly every horse show when it was chilly -
|I also always wore this blue scarf....|
And it was evidently the sweatshirt that was hanging out in the car because I wore it to the beach - on more than one occasion -
Like this time -
|Check out that red hair and those glasses!!!|
|I have to admit that I added this picture because I think that Larry looks sooo great!|
So it was just second nature to pull it out of the closet when I needed to snuggle down. I yanked it over my head and after I knocked my glasses off I remembered the one thing that I hated about this sweatshirt - the stinking neck was too tight!
But wait - I had a remedy - if it worked for Audrey, it would work for me!
So out came the scissors and I cut that neckline out, and for good measure, I cut off the binding around the waist too. Of course,the whole time I was battling the thought of my ex-stepmom who was sitting on my shoulder horrified that I was cutting up a perfectly good shirt....
Afterwards I put that baby on and it felt soooo good. So soft and comfy and sooo easy to pull over my head!
Then I looked in the mirror and sadly realized that I didn't look like a hipster at all. Just an older lady with a cut up sweatshirt.
Audrey came home later and kindly suggested that it was probably the picture of Bugs Bunny that was doing the injustice - that if I turn the sweatshirt inside out it might look a little more fashionable - you know,like something out of Soft Surroundings - so I did it and darned if she wasn't right -
Sminky crawled right up on my shoulder and cuddled up and fell asleep.
Well there you go!
At least my cats think that I'm hip.