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Happy Monday ladies. I have a funny story to tell. There is no rhyme or reason for me to tell you this now, except that I found this blog draft in writing and forgot to post it.
Invisibility
Picture this, a 65-year-old woman (me) walks into a restaurant for dinner on a busy Friday night in a major metropolis. The only place to sit is the bar. I sit, scroll and scan a menu. There is so much activity behind the bar… two or three bartenders and a few waiters running around. I’ll wait five, maybe six minutes, someone look at me and say hello, do you want dinner?
Dinner was delivered and I started eating. A young woman comes up to me and asks if it’s okay to sit next to me. I smile and shake my head. Before his butt touches the seat, a bartender greets him and asks him what he wants. Interesting…
I continued to eat as my mind tried to make sense of what had just happened. Maybe she’s dating someone who works here. Maybe he works here. Or maybe he’s just a regular. There must be a reason why his greeting is compared to mine. Or maybe it’s because I’m an invisible 65-year-old woman.
While I enjoy my food, I try to digest what happened. I pay my bill, and just before I leave, I turn to him and turn to that old tired “do you come here often?” I am using the phrase. He laughs and says “no, I’ve never been here before”. I’m relaying to him what happened with me against him. He started apologizing profusely and I interrupted his sentence. I tell him I’m not offended and I encourage him to enjoy and appreciate the attention he’s getting now because it won’t last a lifetime.
He looked me in the eyes and admitted that he had a very bad day, didn’t want to go out that night, then thanked me for making his day better.
This happened last year while dog sitting in Vancouver. It didn’t upset me, it also reminded me that at our age, women lose their visibility. Did this happen to you?
Colour
My interest in color continues and I am currently reading Color Therapy. A reader mentioned how certain colors made her feel, so I researched and discovered that. It has very good reviews. Since I’m in the wall color market too, I thought this would be a fun read, and it was.
Remember, I changed my mind when I said I wouldn’t paint my nails with sea snails. I was shocked at the number of blue and purple nail polish colors available. Where was I? This Essie pre surfer and I also ordered You’re doing closer to a true periwinkle blue.
neck stretch
I went for a consultation a few months ago… long before the above invisibility experience and I’m considering getting one. My mom had a full facelift at age 57 and I helped her, so I saw the process up close. She looked great, felt more confident and excited.
I believe that all women have the right to age the way they want. There is no shame in improving our appearance. Everything we choose to do that empowers us and makes us feel more secure is a personal decision. Botox and fillers are commonplace, and many women think nothing of it. Is the purpose of this different from plastic surgery? It’s not in my book. It is used to improve your appearance. Oddly enough, fillers scare me… I know, it’s crazy. So is surgery, but strangely not so much.
What are your thoughts? Please remember to be considerate of the other women here, because she has done her “work” of many readers and this blog remains a safe and respectful place to discuss things.
Thanks for reading ladies and don’t forget to wear what makes you feel safe.
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