Good week so far? I hope so. It’s not been a bad one at my end. By the time you read this, I’ll be on my way to being another year older. Crikey. The Big Four Oh is closer than the slightly smaller Three Oh, but it’s better than the alternative! 🙂 Besides, I hear life begins at 40, so I’ve a few years to try and find out what that means. Well, unless any of you know in which case that’d save me some legwork. 🙂
Birthdays, they’re a funny old things. I like the quiet ones. Just me, the kids and the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones. Like my Dad said about Christmas, it’s not so much the presents – although don’t get me wrong, a gift is lovely to give or receive – it’s as much about the company and having a good time together.
With regards to age, I look in the mirror and I’ve noticed the gradual drift of time. A little less hair on top of my head; a few more wrinkles around the eyes. But it doesn’t matter, not really. Make-up’s wonderful stuff and I keep my hair very short these days. I had it long, down to my waist, when I was in my 20s, but I grew tired of looking after it and so it had to go. I don’t miss it though. Funny, because in my youth I was dead against getting it cut short. Funny how we change eh? It felt so important at the time, but now, I don’t think about it. In fact, the last time I wore a long wig, I had a
Talking of memories, the other day I found an old USB pen and I found a stash of old photos on it. They were all trans related – of yours truly – and, no, I won’t be sharing these ones. Some are from when I started dressing up (well, in my 20s, not as a kid). I won’t profess to being a stylish Fashionista, but I’d like to think my dress sense has come on a little since I started. On the other hand, though, maybe I should share the snaps because it shows that we all gotta start someplace. Passing? Heh. Dream on! 🙂
Deciding what to wear, that’s one of my main struggles. I look in the magazines, what other women are wearing or what’s in shop windows. I even look at those ‘style sites’ – MyShape.com, Hi Fashion or Carolyn Franklyn’s blog (Ed: The Clothes Show anyone?) – for ideas. Not just ideas for what to wear, but ideas for what – I hope – will suit me. I mean last week, I posted about the miniskirt. I know women my age – late 30s – do wear them (with opaques, natch) and they can look good. I suppose my worry is that I don’t want to look silly. Funny, though, it’s not just me, otherwise there wouldn’t be any make-over and style sites would there? 🙂
To be honest with you, my age…? It’s just a number. Physically, I still feel the same inside -albeit a bit slower – as I did in my 20s. In my head, sure I have the odd dip (don’t we all?) but I feel a lot more comfortable in myself. Funny, as a teenager the idea of being in my 30s was daunting – terrifying almost. Would I be on my own or married? Would I have any kids? Would I be employed? Hell, at one point: would I be male? But I’m all of those now… or still in one case… and you know what: life’s good.
On that happy note, I wish you a pleasant weekend.
[ Today’s lyric: Don’t Call Me Baby by Voice of the Beehive ]