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Why do I take so many selfies? Well, it’s like I woke up one morning and had time for …….me! With an empty nest and a downsized life I have a lot more time. Free time was lacking in my life until I hit 50. When asked what my hobbies were up until this point, I would always answer ‘sleep!’. Hitting 50 for many is not a high point in their life, but I was euphoric the moment I hit 50. Given that there are so many ways to die (and having avoided all those) I triumphantly arrived at my 50th birthday, and it was quite a revelation!
I expected to feel old and haggard, wearing crimplene stretchy dresses, shuffling about in Hush Puppy flat shoes and wearing fogey specs. But (much to my relief) I discovered quite the opposite! There’s a gap of 10 years in my photo album between the age of 35 and 45 when I looked and felt dreadful. So I’m making up for the lack of photos during that period with daily photos of my ageing face. It will be interesting to see me ageing in my Insta history as I continue to post in years to come. I feel it’s like taking photos of a baby. It’s a new life, and that’s me, starting a new life after 50. You can find a full list of all the products used in this photo here: https://fiftysister.com/new-life-after-50
It’s going to be fisherman chic again this week as we have lots more lovely (I may as well embrace it as it’s here to stay) rain forecast. Yesterday I headed out to the small town of Ashburton with Katie, Emily and her boys, 5 Vizsla and the Scrat Pack (Katie’s dogs) to explore the countryside of south east Dartmoor. Of course it rained, but it didn’t matter as we chatted and laughed through woodland, moorland, up hill and down.
Emily, Katie and I decided to try out a rope swing we found in a tree. The two boys didn’t seem half as keen as us three – in our 20’s, 30’s and 50’s!
We washed the mud off the dogs using a fantastic little portable shower that I keep in the car, put on their drying coats and popped them inside their cosy crates for a short while, so we could head to the ‘Hound of the Baskervilles’ pub for a snack and a pint of cider.
I discovered there are some fabulous little independent shops in Ashburton, so will pop back soon for a stroll around to take some photos and maybe have some tea and cake. Several people contacted me about the Fifty Sister T Shirt I was wearing in my story on Saturday, so I will sort out making it available online so that I can use some of the profits to help others. I will post a photo and a link as soon as I can – thank you for your support…as always! x
The message I receive the most is from women about to turn 50. They are scared, sad, depressed, stressed and confused as to what they should wear and how they should change their appearance. They are lost and don’t want to age.
In answer to those lovely ladies, here are 10 things I love about ageing.
I am not dead. Seems obvious, but lets celebrate every day our hearts beat and our lungs fill easily with air to keep our bodies saturated with the invisible wonder that is oxygen. Laughter. The longer I live, the more laughter lines I gain to remember each shared giggle and smile. Silver hair. Having spent 35 years hiding my sparkles, I am thrilled to set them free. Jeez, what was I thinking colouring this head of perfection? High heels – goodbye! Gone are the days of burning feet and noisy heels. Embracing flats & sneakers, has made my old feet incredibly happy. Underwired bras – Farewell! My boobs are no longer constrained in a metal cage which restricts my breathing. My boobs are happy in a stretchy lace bra and girl…they feel free! Wear your boobs as high or as low as you like, whatever makes them happy. Just relax. I have learned that stressing does not make anything better. If you are still alive and nobody else died, you are good to go and ready for the day. Feeling funky. Wear what the heck you like. Who cares what anyone else thinks..? Not me! How much makeup? Wear makeup, don’t wear makeup. Do what makes you feel confident and happy. It’s your face!!! Do what you want with it. Self care. Having always put others first, I now understand why it’s important to take time to look after your body and soul. Nobody cares about your body as much as you should. Self love. I now truly love my stretch marks, cellulite, peach fuzz face, wobbly bits and (most of all) each and every one of my scars, which is a memory of when my body battled to defend and preserve my precious life.
I don’t look like this today! I’ve spent the last 3 days enduring a bought of food poisoning. It started when I headed out for a walk on Sunday morning. I didn’t feel great when I put on my boots, but knew I had to take the dogs for a long walk. Half an hour in, the stomach cramps started and I felt really faint. By the time I reached my normal stop at the cove, my head was throbbing and I was very dizzy. I realised there was little point calling anyone for help, as they were both asleep and by the time they found their way to me I could be home. I crawled up the steep hill back, clinging on to trees and rocks…I must have looked like a complete weirdo all the way back to my cottage. Once through the door I handed the dogs over, said ‘good morning’ and went straight to bed. And… I’ve been here ever since. I’m 8lbs down so at least I’m happy to return to my pre Christmas weight – hurrah! This reminded me of a story from about 14 years ago. I was in a multiple car pile up on a busy motorway. My husband called me to tell me there had been an accident. I told him I was stuck in the traffic so would be home in about 4 hours. What he didn’t know was that I was waiting for my Land Rover to be put on a rescue vehicle as I had been shunted at speed from behind, into the vehicle in front. I had whiplash and the airbag had deployed, but apart from that I was all good. I arrived home via rescue truck several hours later. As the truck turned into the drive my husband ran out to prevent the truck entering our property, only to see me waving from the passenger seat. He then saw what remained of my vehicle and was completely stunned. I calmly jumped down from the truck and told him I’d had a bit of a prang which may need some attention (new front and rear end!) He was speechless. It was only then he realised I had been in the accident. There was no point worrying him or anyone else as I was fine. He knows to always expect the unexpected from me. I’m great in a crisis and never suffer with self pity or make a fuss about anything. I always just dust myself off and carry on. #strongwomen#over50#silverhair#shortstory#strongwoman#alphafemale#bulletproof