I guess it had to happen one day. I just thought it was a way off. It's just lately there has been some overwhelming evidence that I may be middle aged. Already. I'm not sure how it happened exactly. One minute I was hacking the bottoms off my trousers and embroidering a great big blue rose on the thigh - like a tattoo, to wear into 6th form; completely subverting the uniform code. Then I blink and I may just be one of those women I said I'd never become. Sigh. Middle aged.
You guys knew the writing was on the wall when I started buying knitwear at craft shows didn't you?
(Out of the marquee and on a hanger in my bedroom it's looking surprisingly uninspiring, I'm hoping it does in deed look better on. Much better. I'm not hopeful. What was I thinking.)
Here's the evidence (Ten whole bits of it!):
1.) Bosses youngest son comes in to borrow £5.00 which his dad will pay back. When I tell the boss I've loaned said son £5.00 I also feel the need to add: "I almost gave him another fiver so he could buy himself a belt. His trousers appeared to be falling down..." Showing not only a rather large chunk of his pants, but causing him to walk like he may have had an accident in his trousers. Hey, that kid ain't running for a bus without falling flat on his face any time soon!
2.) I maybe able to sing (badly) along to any tune that comes on the radio. I just have no idea who sings what. On having a conversation with my 11 year old niece about music recently she said. "Yeah, my dad likes that music from the olden days too." Since when has the 1980's been the olden days?!!!
3.) Going into Top Shop I feel smug about how the music was louder in my day. Then start examining the clothes not for their fashion credentials, but for how poorly made many of them are. That won't survive more than two washes before it looks like a dish rag! I could get much better value in Marks and Spencers!
4.) I've started to get really wound up by the stupid parking regulations and procedures in the local area. So much so I've felt the need to email authorities over two separate issues in the last 12 months. So far I've taken on not only the District and Parish council but a major University too. It's probably a futile exercise; much like peeing into the wind. But I just have to
5.) I have had to start dying my hair because my naturally dark hair has been a bit threaded with silver of late making it look dull. I can't pull out the silver hairs for fear I'll end up bald by 2012.
6.) Friday nights I get the urge to make a bag or a quilt from start to finish and secretly hope nobody asks me to go out so I can't have my sew-in-fest to start the weekend off.
7.) I've started using phrases like; "In my day.." when talking to anyone under the age of 25.
8.) I have to clamp my hand over my mouth to stop telling random teenage boys to: "Stand up straight, don't slouch" or "at least attempt to look like you have a brain cell in their somewhere." "For goodness sake get a hair cut/wash/personality".
9.) I buy shoes for comfort not for style. (Actually I buy shoes for style too I just don't wear them because after five minutes I complain about how they make my feet hurt.)
10.) Last but not least. I bought knitwear from a craft show.
So there you have it. The evidence.
And because you may need cheering up after that here are a couple of Circle and Dash goodies I picked up at the craft fair too:
They sort of make up for something don't they? Mean while I'll go away and have a little sob and then get cracking on my swap items for the goody swap. :-)