The title isn't a typo - I do mean 'bland' and not 'blend'. I was alone in the quiet of the night yesterday and my brain was ticking over like it does; not totally sure how it got to the point it did. I realised that without even noticing it was happening I have slipped in to the comfort of 'middle age beige'. I only ever seem to wear browns and neutral tones these days - it is hard to believe I was once a goth with dyed black hair and blue lipstick.
I still have a lot of the clothing from my goth phase, though I doubt much of it fits me now other than the coats with their floor-skimming hems. The boots, of course, will still fit but are probably past their best. Chances of me ever fitting in to the numerous pairs of black leather trousers are a lot slimmer than I am now!
As a side note, I also find it hard to imagine (given the state of my back and the fact I walked with a stick for about two years) that I ever tottered around in four inch high heels. I was not a transvestite but when I came out of the long, dark goth phase the make-up I wore got brighter and I discovered the 'joys' of heels. Of course, being almost six feet tall to start with, I found myself stooping a lot so as not to feel like a bizarre version of Snow White every time I went anywhere in a group of people.
So anyway, not sure when I settled in to beige, jumpers and cardigans but it is something I always thought would never happen - I always despised the colour brown. I guess it means that although I have never grown up, I have started to grow old.
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