Aging Out

I was born in the 80's. So no, I am not 'old'. However, I have a 2 year old, I have a full time job, and I have a husband. At the end of most weeks, all of these things make me feel on the older side of young. But putting aside the emotional age we acquire when we approach our 10 year college reunion, there is also the physical age that we encroach upon at which time, wearing certain things is just no longer acceptable.

Case in point: hot pink pants. Yes, they are from J.Crew. And yes, they were not purchased very long ago. But I put them on with a conservative black and white silk top, and looked in the mirror as I've done many times before. On this particular morning, I thought to myself, hmm, this is not quite OK. It could be that in my new(ish) office building, on many occasions I pass an impossibly chic woman, a few years my senior, dressed in neutral tones with fitted jackets and amazing shoes almost daily and feel like a bloated troll even walking by her in the hallway. Or maybe its because I've seen too many back to school ads featuring brightly colored bottoms and a parade of elementary school girls skipping gleefully while holding backpacks. But whatever the reason, I've decided that all the brightly colored pants I once loved have to go. Just in time for some fall purging and Salvation Army donations too.