My 20yo coin-encrusted belt is in mint condition. My 40yo self? Hmmm... hardly!
...yet I do often (pretty much always) get mistaken for being much younger. And I don't really like that.
Now I know you're thinking "Hmmm... I'm going to shoot her...and not with a camera" but hear me out. After the jump...
[warning. loooooooooong post ahead. more pics too though. you don't have to read my rant]
I don't like that because... where the hell is that beacon of accummulated wisdom from my life
...sigh... I am a child.
I currently work with and around a lot of young people (all designers). Like I-could-be-their-mother-young people. I love young people, have many of my own (my children, not as collectors items), have many Gen Y friends...and I surround myself (not on purpose but it's magnetic) by many MANY youthful minded people. Gen Why The Hell Not?
By that I mean people who are not afraid to age. People (aged 40 - 85) who understand that worrying about getting older is redundant. A total waste of time. Time that could be spent enjoying getting older.
Anyywayy... back the young people I work amongst... through conversation and sharing information, etc... it's rather obvious that I am not in my twenties!! I've been getting quite a few "ohmygodyou're40really?", which annoys me but not as much as "gosh-you're-so-lucky-you-don't-look-your-age".
Grrrrrrrrrr. Even though I don't snap at nor snap off the head of the person who says that, I do get very... hmmm... pissed off. My voice gets deeper, I draw myself up, my breathing gets slower and usually around about now... my (bigger than me) children run and hide What is so wrong with looking ones age????
Okay, OKAY... I know it's all very good to whinge about ageism when one doesn't look ones age. (Whatever the hell that means. Is there an archaic how-to book with a chapter dedicated to each age and how to look it?)
It's a bit like non-muslim, particularly white Australian, women saying that the burqa is a freedom of choice for the woman wearing it.* Or dressing up like a fifties housewife when one has the naughties privileges of life.
[* Yes this is an inflammatory statement to make but I ask you to leave it be for now. I will be writing a post about it. I am not anti anyone. I am pro freedom.]
I am lucky I guess. According to today's society. Whatever. Don't give much pay to today's society's credence.
Skinwise... it's genetic. My mother is 70+ and she doesn't have any wrinkles. My maternal side are like vampires!! My aunts, uncles and cousins... they're ageless!!! I do have wrinkles and smile lines but generally my skin is 'tight' and 'plump' but then I'm Indian and Indian skin is very resilient.
...I say that because when I was younger... oh my GOD... I was of that generation that applied baby oil or coconut oil to our skin, lay down in the sun and just fried!! As I child, after moving from England to a Pacific climate... I was a water/beach baby, permantly sunburned and tanned... in my teens, in my twenties, living in Australia and the Pacific and [expat community] Asia... we didn't fake tan... we bake tanned!!
Being Indian that may seem a 'taboo' thing to do or be allowed to do (when I was a kid). I wasn't brought up in India, I'm not from India. Although the propensity to have fair skin to denote higher social status is not restricted to Asiatic thinking. In the western world, prior to Coco Chanel's era, a tan was just so declasse dahlink.
...my mother's Indian friends and acquaintances were always gasping and shaking their heads at me!! They couldn't understand how my parents would let their daughter darken her 'fair' skin like that!! My poor mum, although she never tried to force these archaic colour notions upon me, she tried her best to keep my skin safe from the sun! Of course those days we didn't know of the health dangers but she zinc creamed me pre-sun and post-moisturised me with turmeric paste and coconut oil as best as she could! And I am very thankful for that. Her loving actions allow me to stand on my soapbox today. J
I am still a water baby... summer weekend's are spent out on our boat and water-skiing and general sun worship! However... I religiously aply SPF15 (strongest for Aus) cream, even in winter, to my face and limbs. I will allow for some 'naked' time to soak in Vitamin D, a common dangerous deficiency now and one that affects Asians mostly but also this generation of western children.
I do look after my skin but not obsessively. I do not have a thousand products that I simply must use every day. My skincare regimen is very simple. I don't abuse my skin by pulling and prodding it into being youthful.
...and I am very active. I do a lot of things which keep my bones and flesh 'juicy'. And I swear by coconut oil. I will start writing posts about all this. If anyone's interested that is! Oh what the hell. I'll just write it for myself.
So yes, fine, I have 'good skin' through a combination of luck, genetics and maintenance so I look younger. Plus my features haven't developed. I still have a child's face. With added smile lines and age spots. That's my story. But that doesn't really explain why I appear younger.
Why all the people I know and care for who are my age or older, are full of vim and vitality and an energy that is a powerful combination of sexy maturity and cheeky youthfulness!
Why some of my favourite bloggers my age or older are just such hot, fabulous, inspirational women!
Age is not our obstacle. Age gives us license to live however the hell we want! We understand the value of time.
We know that the older we get, the more wealth of knowledge and experience we gain. The older we get, the more valuable we get. Because after all... you can't be described as being in mint condition without being a vintage treasure.
I know my worth.
I'm wearing COCO LIBERACE jewellery. The 'Samantha' Cuff and 'Tina' necklace. COCO LIBERACE is the accessories label I work for. Proper post comng up soon!
If you manged to read the whole freakin' rant... I salute you. If you managed to make any sense of it... I am in awe of you. If you think you care enough to share your thoughts... I thank you.
ps. if you are one of my favourite bloggers my age or older (you know who you are)... may I link to your blogs?
white cotton tab-sleeve shirt * black crinkle satin & tulle skirt * metro-cowgirl boots adorned with 'Duallery' pieces * vintage 'gaucho' belt.