I have recently (like 3 days ago) discovered the magic of ‘White Tea’ … not the kind the you’ve added milk to… but the pale cousin of green tea.
If you believe anything you read …
‘Lotus Peak White Tea is the pinnacle of sophistication with an unmatched subtlety, complexity and mellow sweet notes once reserved for Emperors and Nobility’
(all I know is that it really does taste good)
Which is why I was so devastated to discover a teabag malfunction this afternoon….Having steeped for the requisite 3 minutes I headed to the quiet corner of the garden for my moment of indulgence. About to take my first sip I soon realised that the subtle, complex and mellow sweet notes of sophistication had spilled forth into my cup.
BUT not to be beaten I managed to strain the warm brew through my teeth.
(probably not the way of the Emperors, but tasty nevertheless)
so…if you get a chance ~ join the nobility
Today I was reminded what it felt like, waiting on a school report and getting invited to the Principal’s office to ‘discuss it’. I’m sure you know that feeling of anticipation and worry about kind of conversation lay ahead……
Well ~ fast forward 40+ years, and the report card verdict was handed down today. You see, we work in a time where professional development and accountabilities drive our workforce (at least in the one that I work)… so an annual review is just part of the deal.
Now lets be clear, it’s not about begging or justifying a pay rise… or a juicy bonus to buy your new Porsche…. but rather an opportunity to look where you’ve been, where you’re going …… and how you rate yourself….( between 0-6 ) on your progress. (mmm I wonder if anyone ever gives themselves a ‘0’ ?)
Anyway, lets just say that after 2.5hrs I exited from the ‘Headmistress’s office’ with one hugely significant difference from the old school days …..There was NOT one comment that said I ‘talk too much’ (oh how I wish there was…..)
It got me wondering whether perhaps my lack of voice is directly attributed to all those years where I DID ‘talk too much’ ….so just maybe that’s where I used all my words up ????? mmm now THAT would begin to explains things.!!
Is it normal to lock the bathroom door when there is no-one else in the house ?
…. just wondering…
One of the huge challenges of growing up into a ‘50something’ is learning to accept the person who stares back from the mirror.
I mean …. who IS that with the ‘not-so-taught-skin’, the nipples that now seem to prefer the view of the floor, the thinning eyebrows, the wobbly butt and the thickened waist… not to mention the grey roots ? I think all of us ‘more-than- mid-lifers’ are familiar with, and happy to talk about these fairly confronting changes … but the one sign of ‘maturity’ that we tend not to discuss …is the greying of our pubes. (I told you this was “x” rated)
from this to this
Over the weekend I shared many giggles about all things aging with my ‘50something’ friend ….and this topic soon came up. We agreed that there is no greater indicator that you are getting old, than thinning-grey pubic hair. I mean what can you do to disguise it ??? hair dye seems a little extreme and probably not real effective given the rapid rate of follicle replacement ….. Getting rid of it altogether ? well that’s an option I guess, but there is definitely the pain factor ….and then regrowth ….PLUS the fact that our skin aint as tough as it used to be …..so fronting up for a Brazilian may result in more than just the embarrassment of bearing all to some gorgeous young thing who is about to see just how old you really are!!!
Landscaping trends are a definite age defining fashion statement.
There are those (around our tender ages) that are happy to settle for the summertime edge trim … a ‘bit of a one-go’ with either the wax or razor to keep any ‘strays’ under control when at the beach or poolside…Yet our younger generations are much more likely to make their fashion statement by whipping it all (or most of it) off entirely….to achieve a pre-pubescent look (that I personally find a bit disturbing).
It’s a fascinating topic but not normally one that gets much air-time …. so I’m happy to have thrown the gauntlet to all of you to embrace whatever fashion takes your fancy …. we may be 50Something … but we’re not dead yet.
Tonight I’m feeling a little curious about my ironing technique…well not so much my ‘technique’ really …. more like my competence. You see for some reason I seem to be very hard on electric irons ….but I’m pretty sure it’s not through over-use.
I noticed today that another one is about to bite the dust …. it’s not heating properly and not really steaming the way it should…and it makes me wonder if these days they are just like other electrical domestic tools ….with built in obsolescence?
Unlike a few of my friends, I DO still iron a few things, and while nothing compared to the ‘bad old days’ … it’s still my Sunday night ritual. So after spending almost an hour with my finger on the ‘power surge’ or ‘shot of steam’ button only to see the shirts looking like they have been slept in …. I figure I need to buy another one.
But here’s the thing ….what DO you do with old irons ? I figure it does still work, just not well. So do I ditch it? donate it or deposit it along with the last 3 that are tucked up in the linen closet (in case of an ironing emergency) ?
So many questions …. so few answers…