Twice this week people have told me how young I look.
First was my new stylist. She asked me if I was in school.
I looked at her like she had ten heads and I am pretty sure I said :No, I am a grown-up, but thank you for saying that.”
Then today the guy that was trying to sell me a new garbage service wanted to talk to my Mom. (Which he totally could have done if he was here last week, but I am still in charge of the major garbage decisions at my house. She can’t stop me even when she is visiting.)
I was feeling pretty youthful.
I was trying to figure out what is working in my favor this week? Did I lose weight? Is it my new haircut? Is it not wearing any makeup? Is it wearing dirty jeans and a ratty old sweatshirt from college?
Suddenly I understood.
I don’t look younger.
I am wearing a college sweatshirt.
I’ve been wearing it for two days.
And shut up, like YOU change clothes every day!
Oh, you do?
Well goody for you.
And I don’t look any younger. People are just literate and when they read “University of Central Florida” they think I am in college.
The key to maybe not looking young, but at least getting asked if you are young is to wear a sweatshirt with a college on it.
Note: I also have a sweatshirt that bears the name and logo of the preschool the kids went to on it. No one ever asks me about that one. Apparently I cannot pass for four, but possibly 22. I am okay with that.