tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530071486799837721.post1301931298421986139..comments2023-10-08T04:49:49.543-07:00Comments on Bien Vestido: I am that certain age, I thinkBien Vestidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16919041009871637309noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530071486799837721.post-91691981256664139042015-05-04T09:57:09.277-07:002015-05-04T09:57:09.277-07:00Wise words, thank you Naomi. Wise words, thank you Naomi. Bien Vestidohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16919041009871637309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530071486799837721.post-11012309695661708632015-05-04T09:16:20.623-07:002015-05-04T09:16:20.623-07:00Ah, ladies. Stop worrying about something you cann...Ah, ladies. Stop worrying about something you cannot prevent. My mom had the best attitude about aging for when she passed by a mirror or a shop window that reflected back her image, she would remark, "Who is that old lady looking back at me?" For she never thought of herself as old.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530071486799837721.post-89222766382131719852015-03-13T10:13:51.987-07:002015-03-13T10:13:51.987-07:00The 2014 documentary, “Advanced Style,” is an ofte...The 2014 documentary, “Advanced Style,” is an often amusing ride that addressed our aging issues. As long as there’s photo manipulation, air brushing, soft focus, strategically placed lighting, plus other body options to cover up wrinkles, skin blemishes, seeming imperfections, etc., it appears recognizing and appreciating age is an uphill battle. Plastic surgery’s a booming industry. If it were possible, I’d sell my soul to the devil to avoid all that comes with aging.<br /><br />Joan D. and Joni M.’s photos appear to me to be the most honest.<br /><br />And yet, I’ve never forgotten how gorgeous some of the “old” women were in France when I was there in the ‘70s. As Leslie Caron told me, “I enjoy being a woman”. Perhaps that's part of the secret … although, I enjoy being a guy.R. Gallyothttp://www.tastefulradio.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530071486799837721.post-91894659663438701162015-03-12T22:36:09.090-07:002015-03-12T22:36:09.090-07:00I haven't gotten to the point yet that I don&#...I haven't gotten to the point yet that I don't care about revealing my age. But after reading your comment I had to ask myself, why do I care if other people know my age? I realize I have some unconscious worries that once someone knows my age they will be less interested in me and inclined to dismiss me. I would love to hear more about your experiences with unabashedly telling people your age. There is more to this topic to think and write about...thank you Jennifer. Bien Vestidohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16919041009871637309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2530071486799837721.post-15438022499464225962015-03-12T11:29:03.013-07:002015-03-12T11:29:03.013-07:00What a wonderful post. I've been thinking abou...What a wonderful post. I've been thinking about age constantly lately. Not at the back of my mind -- at the front. I was feeling very reluctant to reveal my age until I turned 49 a few weeks ago. Suddenly, I didn't care. Overnight. My grandmother, who shared your auntie's sensibility, would be APPALLED. (She did start telling her age when she turned 99 -- she became proud.)<br />It's very tricky with fashion. I find myself worrying about whether certain styles are suitable, whether "sweetheart" necklines are too girlish, various skirts too short, certain prints too cutesy. I have a fear of looking like an "aging girl" rather than a mature woman. Really, I think about it all the time. Very rich topic, Lesa. tipsybakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13796856700365644779noreply@blogger.com