I’ve been absent from the blog – I had such a busy week! On Monday I published on My Other Blog (and don’t read it if you’re sick of Brexit, but click on the icon if you’d like, although it’s already out of date as events are moving so fast and I have another piece of writing in mind coming soon!) and then I went to my Pilates class. Tuesday I started writing for this blog, but was also doing some cooking for my lovely visitors coming on Wednesday. Then overnight with a dish left out on the cooker (a wine sauce, not food!) we had a flood in the kitchen. Too long to tell you why but lots to resolve there, and, you know, the week just flashed by. And we had Valentines Day, didn’t we? Personally, I think it’s over-commercialised (as in buy this and buy that for your loved one) I’d rather be romantic throughout the year, yes?
Anyway, I want to share this with you because, this morning while reading the paper in bed and having not one but two cups of tea I read about a report that analysed seven years of well-being surveys from the Office for National Statistics (so it’s pukka) which said that 17 and 70 are the best times of your life in terms of life satisfaction, self-worth, happiness and anxiety levels, with the ages in between, in that ubiquitous U-shape curve. You know what, that’s so true – for me anyway.
Think about it: the years when you’re 40 and 50, they’re challenging; you’re working, you might have teenagers, you’re going through the menopause (yes, that) and you might also have an ageing parent. That was me at that age, torn between the generations and working on a national project, I would not ever want to repeat that experience. And today, life for our children now in their 40s is even harder, and I won’t go into the details here, but you know it is, for all sorts of reasons; short term contracts, austerity, the gig economy and so on.
But (and being careful here not to sound complacent) life now in my 70s is ace, as in, it is so much better in so many ways. Not the least is that I don’t care about my ageing looks in the way I thought I would when I was in my 40s and 50s. When you’re that age you think of yourself at 70 as probably being aged and haggard and like an old, old person and definitely unable to wear makeup. So. Not.True! And yes, I am being frivolous to draw attention to facial features but I think there’s a lot of dread and anxiety in ones 50s about ageing, which is actually unnecessary. Just go look on Look Fabulous Forever and the tutorials using real older women (icon on the side) see also my YouTube videos (icon also on the side and still only 4 there, but more soon!)
And moving on from looks, this is the time when you can become who you really are and want to be unconstrained by work! Seriously, this can be the most creative and active time of your life. Whatever your interests: gardening; cooking; travel; writing; theatre; you now have the time to develop and work on what you like doing.
Do any of you follow Grandma Williams blog? She’s in her 80s – now careful about what you think as she’s a very lovely person who is, by and by, an anti-ageism writer and blogger who, amongst many other things, has written just 3 times about sex and the old and consequently occasionally has that moniker attached to her now (about being a sex-blogger!) She was recently on ITV’s This Morning (link here) and is now campaigning to reclaim the word ‘old’. In her opinion, if you say something like, ‘you do look good for your age,’ or in her eyes, even worse ‘you’re so young at heart’ that is ageism, because what is wrong with being and looking old?
Actually I totally agree with her. Why? Because, if you think about there is an implication there, in those words, that younger is better. But what do you think? I mean I’m with Joyce Williams 100% – as long as I can slap on the makeup!
And here for you to see is my latest charity shop coat – I have such a thing for coats! This one was more expensive at £30, but it’s new and the label said £150!
Here’s me getting ready to go out! I’m wearing my Pilates leggings with a skirt over.
Here’s my new coat.
And then so you can see the colour, here I am in my gym changing room.
That’s all for now, but do let me know what you think about Grandma Williams’ reclaiming the word ‘old’!
With love Penny, the Frugalfashionshopper