Remember when you thought someone was really old when they were thirty something? Fifty something was just inconceivable. Yet here I am, teetering on the edge of my fifties. And oddly quite happy about it.
Of course there are annoying times in the process, like a dodgy knee when running, I’m pretty annoyed by that. Then there are other times when I feel a bit confused by the world, like Elon Musk’s spacecraft descending into a couple of chopsticks. That whole thing is confusing to me. Elon Musk is confusing, the space craft is confusing, the chopsticks are very confusing.
Equally confusing is contour cream. “Why are you putting contour on your eye lids?” Asks my horrified nearly-seventeen-year-old daughter “Where is it meant to go?” I reply, thinking it looks pretty there. “Firstly it’s not called contour ‘cream’, it’s just contour and secondly it’s certainly not for your eye lids”
But for the most part I love being here. I feel better in my skin now than ever before. I love the knowledge that comes with age. I cherish the friendships that I have spent decades building. I make mistakes but I know I can recover from them. I’m up for all of life’s challenges and I really, really like spending Saturday night in and not out.
I also now know what I want to wear and what I shouldn’t wear, so thank you Tuckernuck for allowing me to design this collection for you. Dresses with hidden pockets for reading glasses and phone calls you don't want to answer, airy tunics that somehow make the every day feel like a European vacation, and waistbands for life’s ups and downs.
But also a collection that you find ending up in that horrified-seventeen-year-olds cupboard, because it turns out this is a collection for all women living their best lives.
Lovely clothes! I have found that children are the whetstone for aging. Without their checks, we would blissfully go into aging untouched.
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