#oldladystyle

I've never been terribly fashionable (I went through a very unfortunate overalls-phase that lasted much longer than it should have) but I usually like trendy, stylish clothing even though I seldom wear it.  Lately, though, I have noticed a distinct change in my clothing tastes - I was in Macy's and as I walked through the Juniors section I found myself disgusted with how trashy all of the clothes for young women are now.  I actually stopped at one point to hold the hem of a rayon dress and tsk-tsk over how cheap and tacky the lace was, and then it hit me - that is precisely something my aunt would do, and she is IN HER SEVENTIES!!!  I then proceeded through the Misses department, where I found something I liked ("heavens me, that's a cute top") and I bought it using a coupon.  I've even found myself gravitating toward the window of Chico's, lord help me.  Not yet.  I'm not quite ready for Chico's, Talbots, etc.., although I do own a dress from Ann Taylor LOFT and it is the softest thing in the world, it's like wearing a dress made out of butter.  Old lady items are beginning to infiltrate my closet, though - sensible flats, silk-blend sweater sets, wool skirts that hit at the knee.  Classic, well-made pieces sewn from high quality fabric.  Sometimes I pine for the days when I bought cheap polyester clothes that showed way too much of my taut young skin.  Maybe I'm just pining for my taut young skin.  Now I've got a pale, flabby old lady body that needs to be dressed strategically to camoflauge trouble spots. #fuckit

flowers

I hate getting flowers.  The gesture is nice and I appreciate the sentiment, but the inherent wastefulness of it annoys me.  If someone is going to spend $50 for something that's going to be gone in two weeks, I'd rather have a bottle of scotch.