Happy Birthday to meeeeee
Today’s my birthday.
I think I can still say I’m in my mid thirties… *pulls eeek face.*
I think I can say I’ve achieved a fair amount.
I know I’m a very lucky person to have all that I have.
I think I could do with a lie-in though.
Up until now, I’ve always felt a teensy bit smug that I haven’t really looked my age. I was the young one at uni (I was 18 in Freshers week… I know!). I was sometimes mistaken as the researcher on a work shoot when I was actually directing, and I was ID’ed getting wine in Sainsbury’s as recently as a couple of years ago (albeit by a doddery old fella whose bottle bottomed glasses clearly weren’t quite thick enough).
But suddenly, the crow’s feet and ‘laughter lines’ have appeared. The fact I even know this vocab must mean I’m old right? It’s always in photos I notice it though, not in the mirror. Although I have to admit I don’t look at my reflection too closely these days. As if there’s time anyway!
Ooh I just had a thought. Maybe it’s more noticeable in pictures because I’m generally snapped with the small peeps and the skin difference is glaringly obvious with their perfect pink faces? Also, I’m always grinning as they make me laugh so much – so the eye wrinkles are more prevalent.
Note to self: Have less photos with the littlies. And smile less.
Blue Steel then?
Hmmmm. Not very me. I think it’s time to embrace the fact I’m heading towards the big 4-0, and finally catching up with my other ancient chums. Maybe it’ll be cooler to like Britney and S Club as an old fart anyway. I can claim it’s my retro taste. It certainly wasn’t cool at the time…
Off to finally invest in some expensive eye cream. Better late than never, hey?