4 1/2 sounds good to me – I don’t remember it exactly but I wore shoes and I didn’t have a mortgage, a job or housework to do so what’s not to like?
So when do we feel we have grown up? I don’t know if there is a single point in time that it happens – there wasn’t for me – but there have been some rather enlightening moments. I spent a lot of my teens wishing I was more grown up – mostly for the purposes of concert ticket buying, seeing x rated films and buying drinks – and then many, many years making sure I wasn’t. I’m not sure I should tell you my age – those who know, know. Those who don’t – I’m 29.
(There will now be a brief pause while those who know stop laughing and get up off the floor. Done? Nothing broken? Just bruised? Good)
Pivotal moments and creeping realisations
- The first time I went in the saucepan shop before the shoe shop
- The first time I asked my Mum if she had her gloves with her before we went out
- When most of your staff are young enough to be your children
- When you just can’t really admit to fancying actors under 30 anymore
- You own (and use) coasters, have a selection of toning cushions and more than one set of plates
- No one else remembers having paper straws for school milk!
Do we feel the same age inside and out? Rarely. Although if pressed I’m not sure I could identify my internal age – so many variables! I know that my dress sense hasn’t changed much – still mostly black and slightly too much jewellery. The hems are a bit longer, the necklines a touch less plunging but the heels are just as high although the shoes are rather more expensive these days.
To paraphrase Victoria Wood – there comes a certain age when you walk past the Scholl shop and go ‘Gosh! They look comfy!’ I take great solace in the fact that I have never, ever said comfy in a shoe shop.
Growing old is compulsory, growing up is optional!