It seems undeniable. I think I am growing younger. Evidence as follows:
- Job hunting abandoned in favour of sewing machine adventures. (Snaps of bag #3 to follow shortly, bag # causing issues but expected to be finished soon)
- Hairband Love. Not since the early 1990s has this head felt that undoubtable hairband related headache. But now it seems no outfit is complete without the hairband, it's like a hat you don't have to take off when you go indoors. Genius!
- Fantastic bright nail polish. Shocking pink supplied by little sister, this is so fun and makes everyday tasks a little less dull.
So why am I suprised when people assume I am 5 or 10 years younger than my real age? On the other hand, do I really care? I plan to embrace the inner child some more over the next few weeks, and see where else I can find some fun. 2010 is turning out to be my year for not taking things too seriously, and I couldn't be happier about it.
Em x
Oh Em bless you, really looking forward to meeting you in Nov, you sound sooo much fun and I think it is great to embrace the inner child, what ever age you are.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy life at all ages you are and must important have fun too!!