When you are old you are not crazy or weird, but a cute little old lady. (Ok--- so I am not little. But in so declaring myself old then that will happen automatically. Now. NOW! Come on (insert amazingly
I want people to look at me and ask if they can help to lift that 40 pound bag of dog food into the bed of my truck. I want people to think it is "precious" that I drive a truck. I can not tell you how many times grown strong men have passed me by in the parking lot while I struggle to heave the bag up out of my cart. Now that I am declaring myself old, I can stop said young hunks and ask for their assistance. After all I am now a "cute old lady."
I can wear tennis shoes to church. With my Sunday best dress. It will not be disrespectful but eccentric
I can eat cold lasagna for breakfast. I already do that. But now it is not strange.
And I can carry cute hand bags. Like this
Little House Pouch Tutorial and not be thought of as odd.
Yes I am old.