I went shopping for jeans today because I’m sucker for self-inflicted pain. That part is not actually true but shopping for jeans for my 5’1″, pear shaped body is, and has always been, a bit emotionally (and sometimes physically) painful. Ugh.
I’ve gained a little weight in the last year or so and my body is changing. I assume that just happens as a person ages. Or maybe I should cut back on the lattes. (That’s not going to happen.) Either way, my jeans no longer fit and I’ve been wearing out my welcome with the leggings. (Oh em gee, thank God for leggings!!)
So while the rest of the fam was pre-occupied with birthday parties and basketball, I spent two hours digging my way through the dressing room at Maurice’s. I must have tried on 20 pairs of jeans. (Sorry sales associates! 😬) I finally left with one pair in hand and another on order, both that fit nicely in the hips and weren’t too long or baggy in the legs.
I also bought a pair of cute booties to go with my new skinny (for a cupcake-loving mother of two) jeans. I’ve been putting this off since they came into style. Anything with a heel gives my bum knee hell. Once a year, Hubs and I go to a country music festival where I wear my cowgirl boots for four days. I have to take ibuprofen and ice my knee for two weeks. That’s the extent of my wearing shoes with a heel.
But I’m trying, you guys! I’ve really been trying with my overall appearance and beauty care since I turned 35 last year.
Typically, I’m a no make up, very little product (does deodorant count?), jeans (or leggings) and a T-shirt (or sweatshirt) kind of gal. I mean, I care about how I look, but I float somewhere in the middle of tired house wife and fashionable realtor. (I apologize if this generalization offends any realtors. You all just seem to look so put together all the time! How. do. you. do it??)
Last summer I attended a Rodan + Fields party a neighbor was hosting. I went with another neighbor friend and on the way we both swore we wouldn’t buy anything. We were just going to support our friend. Then we both left with a hefty investment in a full regimen plus a few other extras. I have since been very happy with my Soothe skin care line. Twice this winter I’ve forgotten to put it on in the morning and I end up with wind burn. I mean, I don’t look a day under 35 and 2/3 but it does seem to help protect my sensitive skin in the harsh elements here. Bonus, I’ve noticed a few less break outs too.
I have to admit though, I was kind of annoyed during the party when another sales lady kept talking about neck wrinkles and age lines and thin lashes. I kept thinking, “Really?! Can we puh-leease not put these beautiful women under the microscope and do the whole bod bashing thing?” I have never in my life looked at another woman and thought “Hmm, she should do something about those thin lashes.” And some of my most favorite people have heads full of gray hair and beautiful, deep lines around their eyes. Honestly, I can’t wait to be a part of that crowd.
Speaking of gray hair, I also colored my hair this fall. Not all of my hair, especially not those precious, sparkly grays at the top. Just parts of it. I haven’t done that in almost 15 years. My good friend and hair stylist was so excited about my “virgin” hair. I didn’t know there was such a thing but I was excited about having something about me considered virgin!
She did something to my hair that I still can’t pronounce but it starts with a B and it’s all over Pinterest. She hand painted different colors of amber and gold in sections of my hair and wrapped it up in foil. Then she put me under this thing that rotated around me and made the crown of my head feel hot. When that was all set ad we got to the styling part, she curled my hair in a way that I cannot for the life of me figure out how to do. When I do it, it’s like the wavy version of an inverse mullet: curly party in the front, straight business in the back. Whatever she did I thought it was perfectly cute and subtle, but different enough to make me feel spunky. Then I got home Hubs acted like I was a whole new person. I was like “It’s not THAT different.” And he said “It is for people who really know you!” And then he kissed me like I was 24 again. Gosh I love him.
The same friend that works her magic on my hair has also helped me out in the smoky eye department recently. For Christmas she gave me some eye shadow and a whole set of make up brushes. I’m so glad it came with an instructions booklet on how and where to use each brush. Who knew there were so many different make up brushes?! I’ve been using three pretty consistently now. Go me! I’ve learned about something called bronzer. It makes you look about 5% closer to what a Snapchat filter does to your face. I’m not sure how humans procreated for millennia without it.
When all these elements are put into action I’m ready to go by about 2:00. P.M. So hopefully you can catch me on a weekend. When there’s no kids sports activities to attend. Which is about twice a year.
In summary, style and beauty in middle life is HARD! There’s still so much pressure on women to look a certain way (ahem, YOUNGER!), it’s every evolving so it’s hard to keep up, and all the products and gadgets and new clothes can be EXPENSIVE! I’m pretty comfortable in my skin most of the time as it is. But here’s my advice on all of it. 1. Take care of your skin. It’s your largest organ after all. 2. Find a good hair stylist and listen to everything she tells you to do. 3. Buy bigger jeans. 4. Wear cute (comfortable) shoes once in a while. 5. Lastly, but most importantly, LOVE YO SELF! All the time, no exceptions. You look great. And so do your lashes.