I will readily admit that I’m not growing old gracefully, maybe I am mentally, but physically and emotionally I’m definitely not. I had a tough time adjusting to life in my third decade, so much so that I went to Orlando for my 30th birthday - a place that I associate with youth revival. The majority of the time I do, fortunately, forget that I’m not in my twenties anymore, but every now and again something will rear its ugly head and remind me:
-Tick boxes; you know those forms you fill in where you have to tick the age category you fall in to. A lot of them have a 25-34 box which I fall into nicely and tick exultantly because I can still be grouped with the twenty-somethings, however there are some that make you tick a 30-39 box, at which point I question myself whether I should lie!
-Asda (Walmart); I often get asked for ID when I buy some alcohol. To be fair, the age limit is 25 rather than 18, but as I resort to getting my driver’s licence out to prove to the lovely checkout lady that I am frigging over 25, it’s just another gentle reminder that despite not looking my age, I am getting older.
-Funding; as many of you know I run my own little nutrition consultancy. The government are doing so much for small businesses these days, but according to some of the best funding providers I’m too old to receive funding! The Prince's Trust is a popular option for a lot of young folk who are trying to develop their small businesses, but the support is only available to those aged 18-30.
-Boohoo.com; just the other day I read an article about Boohoo.com’s success (sales surged by 132% to 67.2 million in its last financial year and they’re planning a 500 million float in 2014), some of which I, no doubt, contributed to. I was contently perusing the article until I reached the sentence, ‘the family backed firm is an entirely online retailer targeting the under-25’s’. Whoever said “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” were living in cloud-cuckoo-land!
So on to today’s outfit. The rebellion in me is ignoring a couple of the fashion tenets associated with how women should dress in their thirties: I’m wearing all black (as usual), a mini biker skirt, over the knee boots, but do I care……….nope, I say WHATEVER!
Bag Sophie Hulme