Old, Wise, and Without Compromise

______I wonder how long most of us will continue with our blogging. At what age will it be time to say, "Au revoir, blogosphere"? When we're forty, fifty? When our kids have blogs and dogs and possibly even (god forbid) the iPhone 43s?

______So when do we stop?  The answer is never!



______Through thick and thin, through work and the stress of life, through chocolate and coffee, I hope that my blogging never comes to a halt.  I plan on blogging up until my rocking chair years, probably alongside most of you ladies, and we'll all be cantering about our old folks home thinking of ways to wreck havoc on the place.  You know, dastardly old lady tasks, like plugging men's urinals full of poker chips, shuffling our slippers against the carpet until we become charged with lightning sparks that zap our aged enemies into static-y statuettes, and starting food fights by flinging our mush-food at each other from spoons pulled back like slingshots.

______Simple old folk pleasures, really.



______All the while, I'm sure we'll be an attractive gang of living fossils, what with our saggy breasts, skin flecked with grey specks and wrinkled like plastic bags, and wispy hair that resembles dried-out marshmallow fluff.  With good looks on our side, we'll no longer fear trying a new trend, whether it be fish-net bodysuits, coconut bras, or shiny belly rings that peek shyly from our cobweb-laden bellybuttons.

______By then, we will have become so accustom to dragging our tripods around and surreptitiously snapping selfies that we will no longer fear intercepting the public eye.  Young whippersnappers will look at us strangely, and we will waggle our jewel-topped canes at them shouting how they know nothing about vintage fashion.  And rather than shying away to alleyways and abandoned buildings, we will feed off the energy radiating from these onlookers' perplexed faces, snapping photos on sidewalks congested with businesspeople and tourists alike.  We will dress ourselves bravely in neon yellow jumpsuits and those Jesus sandals with straps that pinch the skin hanging over our ankles.

______We're gonna be hands-down rad, you guys.



______It's weird to think that the styles we are wearing now will be melted down and reforged into something similar but different to future fashion trends in another twenty years, then another forty, or possible even a hundred.  But thus is life, one infinite cycle of cycles and old people.

______What do you see yourself wearing in another few decades?



Dress: via Urban Outfitters
Socks: T-T-Target
Ankle booties: Chelsea Crew
Anchor belt: Lotus Boutique
Necklace, link bracelet, earrings: Charming Charlie
Lip stain: Hourglass
Hair: styled by my darling momma