I bet a man invented the 3-way mirror. Oh yes, and the fluorescent lighting to go with it. No woman in her right mind would have done this to herself or her fellow female population.
I went bathing suit shopping yesterday. I dread bathing suit shopping and haven't gone in about ten years. However, my hubby and I are taking a small cruise in three weeks, so I thought maybe I should try finding a more current style. I'm certainly not looking to WOW them on board the ship...I just don't want people jumping overboard or worse yet...pointing and laughing.
I had two very dear friends go with me to keep me from slashing my wrists. I'm so glad I invited them along. They were invaluable when it came to suggestions and helping me choose the right color, style and fit. I settled on a Tankini, which I'd never even considered, but thanks to one of my friends I tried several on and actually found one that didn't make me look too awful. I'll get a full length cover-up and stay in the water most of the time and I should do fine that way.
I have a suggestion for stores selling bathing suits to the over 40 crowd. Smash those damn 3-way mirrors...we can only stand looking at one side at a time! Get rid of the unflattering fluorescent lights. We don't care if we look old, wrinkled and green in the office, but when we're trying on clothes, bras or bathing suits...we'd like to have rosy lighting and not glaring 5000 watt bulbs. If you really want to obtain our business...do what a friend of mine suggested and serve us cosmos while we shop. Who knows how much we'll spend if you get us drunk enough?
My new suit is still sitting in the bag I brought it home in. I'll try it on a few more times before we sail away...just to get semi-comfortable with the way I look in it. But you can bet your ass I won't be looking in anymore 3-way mirrors!
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
SLOWING DOWN
A week or so ago I ranted about the font sizes used for directions on food products, some magazine articles and books these days. Not that the font size has changed in the past 50+ years, but my eye sight sure has. I had another reminder of that last night.
After attending a meeting for The Triangle Freelancers I was driving home around 9:45 and felt as if I was "flying" down the road. I rounded a curve on Trawick Road, surprised that my tires didn't squeal, and there was a police officer sitting on the side of the road. My heart did a flip-flop, I experienced cold chills and I quickly looked down at my speedometer. I was shocked to see it read 42 mph. The speed limit was 45. WTH? I could have sworn I was going at least 60.
Driving in the dark. Yet another sign that you are aging is when you think you're going 90 and your only clocking 40 or 50. When I was in my 20's and even 30's the only time I felt I was "flying" down the road and actually wasn't was because I'd been smoking something funny. Now it happens cause I can't see very well, so I slow down, but don't feel like I've slowed down. I could see at least 200 yards in front of my car on a straight away 20 years ago and I could see a bird lose a feather a 100 yards away. Now, I'm lucky if I see the bird before it hits my windshield.
Not that I should be complaining about not moving so fast I get a ticket, but it was truly disturbing to recognize yet another sign of getting old. I guess I'll have to save all my automobile daredevil moves for the daytime, when I can see at least 25 feet in front of my car...if I squint.
After attending a meeting for The Triangle Freelancers I was driving home around 9:45 and felt as if I was "flying" down the road. I rounded a curve on Trawick Road, surprised that my tires didn't squeal, and there was a police officer sitting on the side of the road. My heart did a flip-flop, I experienced cold chills and I quickly looked down at my speedometer. I was shocked to see it read 42 mph. The speed limit was 45. WTH? I could have sworn I was going at least 60.
Driving in the dark. Yet another sign that you are aging is when you think you're going 90 and your only clocking 40 or 50. When I was in my 20's and even 30's the only time I felt I was "flying" down the road and actually wasn't was because I'd been smoking something funny. Now it happens cause I can't see very well, so I slow down, but don't feel like I've slowed down. I could see at least 200 yards in front of my car on a straight away 20 years ago and I could see a bird lose a feather a 100 yards away. Now, I'm lucky if I see the bird before it hits my windshield.
Not that I should be complaining about not moving so fast I get a ticket, but it was truly disturbing to recognize yet another sign of getting old. I guess I'll have to save all my automobile daredevil moves for the daytime, when I can see at least 25 feet in front of my car...if I squint.
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