Searching For Middle Ground
It’s finally warm in Connecticut.
So I wanted to wear one of my favorite silk cardigans to work. I was looking for some pants that would match, and I came upon an old pair of crops in my closet. They are a pretty taupe color, and would go great with my sweater.
I haven’t worn them in three years. Although they are loose-fitting in the legs (oops, not skinny jeans), they were tight in the waist. But with my new Zumba schedule, I’ve lost a couple of pounds and I figured I could wear them now.
I took them out and laid them on the ironing board to see how bad they might be after three years.
They looked like this:
They’ve been in my closet for THREE YEARS. The crease is still where it belongs and there are no wrinkles. What the heck of these things made of? They actually gave me the creeps.
On the other hand, last weekend we had company for Sunday dinner. I had some nice new napkins still in the box, so we used them. And after dinner I threw them in the wash.
Here’s what they came out looking like:
Now I love organic cotton as much as the next person (in theory).
But come on!
Just a little of the extraterrestrial chemical that made my pants-crease indestructible could go a long way here.
I mean, just a little, please. I don’t want my guests wiping their mouths with poison, but a quick wipe with a mild poison couldn’t hurt, could it?
This got me to thinking about extremes, and the difficulty these days in finding that precious Middle Ground.
I’m on a constant quest to find that balance between aging gracefully and trying to be as young as possible.
I’m sixty-one. It’s a tricky age. I’m not old (I don’t think), but I’m can’t pretend to be young (unfortunately).
Shopping is hard.
At one end, I could go with the Grandma look:
Or at the other extreme, I could go with the hoochie look:
Both these looks are readily available. Extremes are plentiful.
What’s not so easy to find is something in between.
It takes effort. I have to search.
But it’s out there. The Middle Ground.
Finding the Middle Ground is HARD WORK.
But I do it.
So that I don’t look like an idiot.
I’M TALKING TO YOU, POLITICIANS!