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Accepting the Fact I’m of an Older Persuasion
A child of the sixties
Most folks see me as an elderly woman. I suppose I do too but sometimes I defy what my mirror tells me. For example, last Saturday…
I hate shopping
I went to the mall. That in itself is a miracle since shopping is, as far as I’m concerned, up there with having bamboo sticks jammed under one’s fingernails. Alas, I already regress.
I was there looking for skirt pants. In my book, wearing a dress is as bad as shopping at the mall. I reasoned skirt pants might be an acceptable alternative for a fancy wedding my hubby and I were attending on Sunday afternoon. Skirt pants look like a skirt until you start walking in them. As long as I stood still for the entire afternoon no one would know I didn’t follow the dress code.
At least, that was my logic.
“Yellow 15”
At my first stop, a national chain store known for their women's clothing, I found a pair of pants I hoped would work but wanted to look around further. I draped the slacks over my arm as I continued to shop. I snatched a couple more pair of pants with potential to try on.
To get from one side of the women’s department to the next, I walked past the tiled entrance to…
