I read an article on how you should dress and behave over forty. No wearing anything too young for you (yes, I agree with that, but age is mental and you can show off good stems) and things I got furious at. You’re, apparently, not supposed to use bright eyeshadows. It’s a whole universe of soft browns and gentle color that’s as boring as a Christmas without gifts (or whatever gift type thing you celebrate, or do). In other words…we’res the fun in that? Why? What’s so magically horrible about forty that we are supposed to hide in the background and get old. I refuse.
Okay, that does not mean I’m a tart and going to look the part. It means that color is part of who I am and always will be. I know not to wear a dramatic eye with bright red lips, but come on here, people, to dull down my face would mean dulling who I am. I just discovered how much I love color. Not all the time, but bright, bold, “look at me,” color is not breaking the law, no matter your age.
I didn’t stop living at forty. I’m not going to stop being who I am, and looking the part.
