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more on the question of landscaping…..

1 Nov

A couple of weeks back I commented about some of the tough decisions for us 50Something bikini waxwomen…and top of the pops was the extent to which one “mows the lawn” (if you get what I mean). Choices in personal landscaping are just that ….choices. I don’t care if you strip it all off… tattoo it… pierce it or leave it alone to go a’ la natural…. it’s your choice.

Yet when I popped into the beautician for an edge trim during the week, the sweet young thing asked me… not once or twice … but 3 times, if I wanted a Brazilian. I declined politely yet she persisted, so much so that I wondered why she was so invested in my bikini line.

When she finally got the message that I DID NOT want one, thank you all the same,  she then asked “well, what about I take some off the top  edge” ???

I know that it’s a cut throat world out there …BUT surely up-sizing the humble bikini wax seems a little desperate …. don’t you think?

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lucky 300…

27 Oct

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Woo Hoo ~Today is the 300th day of the year !!

 …. “how on earth does she know that”? I hear you ask …or more likely …“so what”?

Well I know, because this is the 300th blog post this year… 300 peeks through the window and into the nonsense that goes on my head.

Back in the beginning… (January 1st to be exact) I made a commitment to write something…, anything, every day for a year. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and I guess on reflection it was… But while it does force you to stop and think about one random aspect of life every day ….it’s certainly not for the faint hearted.

  • I’ve learned lots about myself … and lots about what I need to learn about (… mmm like the truth about chickens and dolphins)
  • I’ve discovered an unusual number of my observations take place in toilets (like… where DO put your handbag?).
  • I’ve figured that there are themes in the things that catch my attention (eyebrows, bad spelling…and birds ..)
  • I’ve realised that there are an awful lot of coincidences in this life (what are the chances…?)
  • I’ve embraced the fact that I’m 50 something … but not dead yet !!
  • and I’ve understood that it doesn’t matter whether you know if anyone is reading … but how lovely it is when you get some random feedback… or bump into someone and the next thing they make a comment about something they enjoyed (or hated) …and I think “well there you go someone IS out there after all”.

 

So…. as I continue to tap away for another 65days, I I hate to say it … but that means it’s 59 days until Christmas !!!

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face painting for the 50Something…

22 Oct

So… there I was preparing to head out for the day with Mr 50Something, when I sense he is becoming a  little toe-y. I heard the pacing and the car keys rattling and knew instantly  that I was getting the ‘hurry-up’, so rather than finish the job properly, I figured I add the final touches in the car.

I emerge from the bathroom ready to go and he looked at me quizzically…

‘ummm … you look good …BUT …you haven’t finished ‘colouring in!’colour in

I replied that I had my paint box and tools and that I would complete the work of art en-route…

He was then completely amused as he watched the portrait take shape layer upon layer on the blank canvas. A hint of colour here and a touch of gloss there, extra fibres for eyelashes, tinted gel for those (ever important) eyebrows, a defining edge for the lips and finally a quick powder dusting to set the lot.

Done … from ‘early morning bedroom’ face to ‘happy to be seen in public’ face in only 2kms….. and with endless commentary from the man who first questioned what was missing and then proceeded to ask ‘why do you bother with all this’ ?…. sigh…. Because I’m 50Something but not dead yet !!!

 

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it’s my birthday and I’ll….

21 Oct

…do whatever I want 😉

Around 11.45pm on this day 56 years ago, a somewhat chunky baby with a thick mop of redhead babyred hair fell ( well almost) into the world. …not that I remember it, but it was one of those great stories that my Dad loved to share. (Had I waited just another 15 minutes they wouldn’t have been charged for an extra day in hospital… but no I was in a hurry),  there was no crossing legs to save a few dollars where Mum was concerned.

Anyway the rest is history ….and here we are.

I’ve never been one to worry about age …after all it’s just a number and means very little, BUT I must admit to feeling just a teeny pang at having fallen into the wrong side of  my 5th decade.

55 was fine …neither early 50’s or late 50’s …. but 56 has just tipped the scales to the dark side, and, as was pointed out today …into the next check-box on most surveys.  eeek  (maybe I’ll just lie – rather than be categorised in the 56-70yr age bracket).

Anyway … life is good and certainly better than the alternative …. I’m still 50Something but not dead yet !

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it’s all relative …I guess

17 Sep

Today I had the pleasure of visiting an Aboriginal Women’s Centre ….a fantastic facility that is all about women (no male over the age of 7years allowed on site AT ALL), the perfect one stop shop for Women’s Business.

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It is a fabulous collision of tradition and Western medicine and is completely controlled by ‘Grandmothers Law’.

The visit was going beautifully and the lovely Aboriginal health worker that was showing us around, proudly introduced us one by one to a photo of each of  the special Grandmothers, who are like the Board of Directors.

The photo showed the smiling faces of 12 beautifully buxom…very elderly and absolutely traditional Indigenous women, so I couldn’t resist asking our host what age these amazing women would be.She looked very thoughtfully and  replied that they were very very old women, and that the average age would be at least 56 years!!!.

GULP …. talk about a reality check, we all laughed a lot but… I’m 50Something and feeling very fortunate today.

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fabulous fashion for fifty-somethings…

9 Sep

As I dresses for work, I stopped to reflect on my ‘look’ for the day…and I chuckled.

There I was feeling great, in my army style khaki boots with my string of pseudo-pearls draped around my neck, and I had a sudden flash of “Aunty Jack”.

Gone are the days that 50Something means twin-sets and pearls (with pleated shirts and sensible heels) – today’s modern mid-lifer can do whatever she wants  …and she will !!

I’m 50Something but not dead yet !

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guilty pleasures …

1 Sep

This is my week of student life (minus the student lifestyle’) and while it’s mentally stimulating…it is also somehow really really relaxing. It got me to wondering if it’s really ‘wrong’  to enjoy being holed up in a hotel room ….alone!

hotel bedI mean at  50something with young ones launched, home is relatively peaceful…It’s just me and Mr 50something whiling away the evenings in comfortable marital bliss.

But the TV blares, and somehow everywhere I look there are jobs calling and demands on my time and attention; all contributing their bit toward a low level chaos in my mind. I admit many (in fact most)of these pressures are self  imposed but, by contrast, being here in my ultra modern minimalist environment is really quite calming and I would say … ‘almost’ therapeutic.

Having  the super-soft king sized bed all to myself… the brilliant shower for as long as I want it (without having to  clean it)…AND having total control over the TV & air con remote  controls…is just heaven.

I can please  myself what…or IF I want to eat…and can read in bed for as long as I like without disturbing anyone.

Now I am certainly not advocating this radical circumstance become a permanent arrangement, but my 2 annual mini-getaways really DO make the world a better place, and I would thoroughly recommend it to anyone.

No need to enrol in Uni…. just check yourself into a comfy hotel and give it a try.

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