Fashionable

With a 13-year old in the house, I hear the word "fashionable" a lot. I remember (barely) the time of my life when a big part of every day was spent determining if the clothes I had, my makeup, my shoes, even my hair was "fashionable". (Of course, I never felt I quite measured up). I went through it again with my daughters, and now the granddaughters are starting. Tori and I walked through Old Navy and she started pointing out different articles of clothing and saying, "Now, Grandma, this is fashionable". At first I thought she was looking at things for herself, but it finally dawned on me that she was referring to things that I could buy for myself. I had to gently remind her that what is fashionable for teenagers or twenty-somethings might not be fashionable for a 57 year old like me.

Don't get me wrong; I want to dress nicely and I certainly want to be up-to-date with clothes, hair, etc. But I sure am glad that I no longer obsess over what I wear, no longer spend hours on hair and make-up, and NO LONGER CARE what other people think of how I look. At this stage in my life, it's about pleasing myself - not others. Freedom. Love it.