1960's travel iron vs 2011 iron.
The old girl looks snazzy and still works but just doesn't get the job done.
I recently looked in the mirror and noticed a few tiny wrinkles here and there. My skin was chapped and blotchy. My eyes looked a little tired. It is winter after all. And then, suddenly, I realized I am getting older. Just like that, I found myself to be in the target market of commercials for beauty and fitness products for women in their 30's. I became conscious of anti-wrinkle creams, cancer screenings I should start looking into, hair color that covers grays, supplements to rebuild the cartilage in my knee.
WRINKLE CREAM FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!
I have never been so conscious of my age before now. I know I am not OLD. Age is just a number, blah, blah. I grew up being one of the youngest people in my class, always being teased for being the baby in the group, or always being reminded, “When you get to be my age...” And now, well, I am that age, whatever that means.
Which brings me to Bellydance. There is no age limit in BD. There is no predefined age which you can start or should stop dancing. I have heard many times the older the woman the better the dancer because she has the life experience and emotional maturity to perform at a higher level than an younger woman. The only rule of thumb I can think of with BD is just age gracefully. I mean, there may be some costume limitations, even though I hate to use that word. Limitations. I do not like the idea that at certain ages we should not wear certain clothes even though I agree that I should not be wearing mini skirts when I am in my 60's. At least outside my own home.
Right, so back to me "getting older." Will there be a day I look in the mirror and tell myself I am getting to old for this? At what point will I decide I will no longer perform unless I wear a tummy cover and long sleeves? Will I even realize I am “too old” for certain choices and make a fool out of my old crazy self? Will I be in my 60's wearing mini skirts with lipstick on my teeth and toilet paper stuck to my dance sandals? Will anyone tell me?
I am not really worried about these things. Just thinking out loud. I am actually looking forward to getting the senior discount on coffee and pie. I bought myself some snazzy Oil of Olay moisturizer, by the way. It is the most expensive beauty product I think I have ever bought. It is actually pretty AWESOME. It's all velvety soft when I put it on. And, as far as the irons in the picture go, I used the new iron to iron my silk veil for the first time in ...ever. Women, wine, and cheese get better with age. Irons do not.