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One thing I know as a nurse is that wearing white can become boring. I worked for years to graduate from the stripes of student to the white of graduate, but after another forty years of white uniforms or lab coats, it really is time to move on. That brings me to my topic today.
A few years ago, my friend and I hobnobbed in NYC a few days. Always adventurous, we walked from Chelsea to Central Park, from Ground Zero to Chinatown.
As we ate Chinese, minutes before we had to plane it home, we made a list of our goals. We always make a list before we separate; we often write the same goals when we meet again months later, but it’s satisfying to quantify just what it is we dream of being or doing.
We’d been impressed with the trim and chic older women in NYC. We attributed their size to their walking. A lot. And we noticed that many women had thrown convention down the street drains and wore dazzling head to toe attire.
Our observations became our goals. We thought, as we grow older, we want to be thin and dress pizzazz-y. If that required black feather boas, melon-colored moon-sized glasses, sapphire silky blouses, animal print leotards, and saffron sequined shoes, so be it. We would grow old in style.
This year is the best year to (finally) start as we’re both starting a new decade. And this ADVANCED STYLE website was in the news this week. Planted specifically, I think, to give us ideas! Really, I do.
ADVANCED STYLE: Advanced Style Videos.
We should start a club. We could brighten up Chicago….march on Michigan Avenue. Agree?
Photo Credit: Women with a Black Feather Boa, 1892, Henri Toulouse-Lautrec, Wikipedia
count me in!!!!!
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Great. Got cha!
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Lois:
Yes I remember our traipsing over the streets of NYC and noticing women older than ourselves. One thin and attractive woman wore bright green which sparkled against the grey concrete of the neighborhood.
Now we are there. Time to put on the finery and strut in style as we welcome our eighth decade of life.
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I have to share this: When I was in my early 40’s I walked by three old ladies sitting on lawn chairs next to the sidewalk. one of them commented to me “I used to have a spring in my step like that too”. Now here I am 30+ years later and fully understand her comment!!!
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PS that was in Chicago too!
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Great city!
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i agree. Vibrant and Practical all at the same time!!! i loved living downtown for the last 12 years I was in Illinois. Now I’m in Arizona and the mountains and open vistas are wonderful too!
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How funny, but, alas, how true. I love your site! I think I’ve subscribed, but am not sure it “took.” If this last trimester of life is like my two last trimesters of pregnancy, I’m not so sure…!
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Right on! Such fun memories. Time to go shopping (as I sit here in my usual black yoga pants, white long-sleeved T, and purplish knit vest).
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Lois – One of the things I like about our age group is that we can laugh at ourselves. I don’t feel this last trimester is nearly as clumsy or uncomfortable as our pregnancies were, but I can see you point!!!! lol. If you just like my page and then fill out the mailing list on the right side, you will receive emails whenever I post (which is about 2-3 times a week on average). I’m having soooooo much fun. Glad you came by to visit!!
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Sandra,
Best wishes with your blog! It’s a great way to connect with people.
Lois
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Thanks for the mention!
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