Whilst pondering the latest leather trousers and wondering whether they would be a good investment, I had an awful moment of dreadful clarity. Approaching 50 and wanting leather trousers.. I am in dreadful danger of crossing that 'mutton' line. Part of me thinks it dreadfully unfair, after all, who wants to slide into old age and invisibility? Part of me, is terrified of what other people might think.
So, rather than slide down that slippery depressing taupe hued slope of ancientness, I thought I would fight it. Not in a 'goodness, I shall wear hotpants (eugh) and not care' - more in a 'Yep, I can do this, I can keep a hold on this, I am in control'. So fingers crossed, here it goes.
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