I’m 81 and a late CD bloomer. I walk into a Macy’s or Nordstrom and I wonder what these sweet young SA’s see coming at them. I know they are trained to make a sale. But: ”Is that old geezer really going to put on a dress?” I’ve not had the guts yet. I’ve been told that 81 is really not that old. Isn’t it? Well, the first time I sneakily put on a dress was during a time when steam locomotives still crossed the land, airliners had propellers and wide seats in coach, Harry Truman was president, McArthur was fired, homosexuals could be jailed, cross dressing was a disease, disk jockey Alan Freed coined the term rock ‘n’ roll, average cost of a new house $9,000. Gallon of gas 19 cents (nineteen cents!!!!) and the Korean war was on. And in that year I became legally an adult and put on my first dress.
It took until three years ago before I acknowledged my CD ‘hobby’ on this forum. A lot of water over the dam. And, after all this, all the above is still not a valid excuse. Consider it an aging rant. No, a lament. The good news is, today I bought another skort. Tan. And I don’t feel like 81, in spite of a turkey wobble large enough that real turkeys follow me around everywhere clamoring to know where I got that fabulous make-over.
End of lament.
Ineke
ps: reposted from the Lounge, per request