And so I begin….

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This has taken a while…. that’s an understatement, I have procrastinated over this for a number of years (embarrassingly so). With various ideas and numerous themes, I have quite plainly ‘faffed about’ (I’m from Yorkshire, so that phrase is quite common).

My blog is quite simply an observation of the ageing process and the mis-conceptions of what its like to be approaching 50, not married (with the delightful title of spinster!), career orientated (and that brings its own challenges), fashion conscious (where should I shop?) and with a passing interest in food and fitness. This is not a blog for tips on any of the above, as I continue to discover the realms of advice on ‘how to approach middle age’, this is simply my take on being 49 1/4 years old.

The reason for this blog, is simply that I couldn’t find anything that I could identify with. Google ‘being 50’ and there are so many links – Saga, fashion at 50, fabulous at 50, empty nester, divorcee, widow… the list is long and yet I just couldn’t really identify with any of these sites. So here it is… not ready for cardigans…

I love fashion, but can no longer buy anything in Top Shop (except a bag or a pair of gloves…), I’m not really for JD Williams (sorry Lorraine!) and I am beginning to wonder what on earth Zara have done to their sizing.. so I can share my insights on not looking like a 16/61 (16 from behind and 61 from the front), without spending a fortune.

I wear make up, yet I cannot obsess about the latest primer, BB cream, MAC lipstick or foundation that will make you look 20 years younger.

Fitness, I love to keep fit, when I can manage to find the time, which is actually defined as, ‘when I can be arsed’. Life gets in the way and as I get older the complexities of the human body and how it works (or doesn’t!), start to invade my life. When did I start making huffing noises when I sit down or stand up? So the need to develop a workable fitness regime is paramount. I cannot hit 50 and be frumpy with an arse like a bag for life packed with groceries….

 

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Author: Yorkshire lass

Trying to hold back the years, with a glass of Merlot in one hand and anti ageing cream in the other

4 thoughts on “And so I begin….”

  1. Hi I came across your blog and I just wanted to say that I found it hilarious.
    You’ve really hit the nail on the head and I look forward to your next blogs.

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  2. Bloody brilliant read & as I battle with morning commute aka 4 carriage train instead of 6, my bestie; ‘Menopause’ flew into a rage & drowned me in buckets of water, starting from the face. It took 5 mins to calm & reassure her that the crowded train was temporary and we could move on to our next heated exchange!

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