And it obviously means very different things to different people, a sort of strange no man's land between youth and old age where one teeters on the cusp of major change: we start reaching for the Clairol Root Touch-Up; crows-feet take a firm grip (whilst all else bodily loses it grip and heads south); our job prospects get a bit shaky; we start to worry about what crappy disease we're going to develop (and eventually die from); we ponder in the privacy of our home computer the possibilities of a Saga holiday; we find we're rather fond of forty winks mid-afternoon; and cosmetic surgery starts to possess a certain allure...
Well, perhaps some middle-agers experience some of these wants and needs, perhaps not. I'm hoping that this blog will be my personal diary/journey through 'middle-age', assessing and (hopefully) dismissing the ageist, stereotypical claptrap, embracing and accepting myself as I am, and getting touchy-feely with 'fun stuff', like fashion, make-up, hair - basically, middle-aged style!
For the record, this is me, now (well, a back view - you don't want to see my crows-feet, now do you!)
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