I am approaching that Middle-Aged crisis everyone warns you about. Actually forget about approaching, I’ve fully been immersed in it since I turned forty. The worst part is looking in the mirror every morning, there’s no denying it, I am fading faster than a polaroid. My laugh lines are competing with my neck wrinkles for attention.
Younger women and bloggers are flooding Instagram, YouTube and Facebook with beautifully glamourous shots and videos while I’m overusing filters to smooth out the lines and deleting about a gazillion selfies in disgust.
Am I too old or too ordinary to be a ‘You-Tuber’? Ought I to stick to peeling my potato tubers and forget about bright lights and stardom? My kids are devoted to a young attractive British couple who vlog on You-Tube and it seems that millions of other people watch them while they put on makeup, do DIY projects, go shopping and eat out. Then this couple, because they are cute, earn millions in advertising revenue through other people watching them explain why this product or that restaurant are so wonderful. Because they have said so, others too will buy that product or eat at that restaurant who will then in turn invite the couple back because they pull in the crowds.
I wonder, could I make a career the very same way, or at the very least eat out now and then? Could I grip the world with my fascinating exploits? Of grocery shopping and home dinners? I doubt it. I’m not in my 20’s and so I haven’t perfected the art of the selfie. I just don’t look so darned cute anymore with all my pesky wrinkles and stray grey hairs. But here, I AM always up for a challenge and a bit of a laugh so…nothing ventured etc…
First up, this is me with no make-up.
This is the Before AND After photo – what I call my ‘everyday look’. I find I can save up to an hour a day by looking like this, not putting on make-up or styling my hair. I like it as it’s nice and natural looking, people can generally tell whether I am sick or tired as there’s no way to hide it. The bonus is that when I do apply make-up, people remark how well I am looking. I find it’s always best to set other people’s expectations low and then delight them with higher standards every now and then.
OUT ON THE TOWN!
Before we hit the town to go shopping I normally grab a cardigan or fleece (it’s always a bit windy in Wexford and cold in the supermarket) but this time I decided to be daring and threw on a jacket to jazz up my mummish-style. I have to confess this one is cool, it is red leather, zipped and has no collar, but as my elderly friend got it for me for a tenner from a charity shop, I can’t tell you anything about it except that it’s branded WSL. Mean anything to you? No, me neither.
This is a term that I believe refers to your typical vlogger’s latest acquisitions (haul is easier to spell tho’) which are then videoed and discussed. The ultimate aim is to be sent freebies so that you can advertise them for free. Then the only people paying are you and me.
My Haul: Yesterday I bought these super sensible slip-on shoes which were on sale at a cheap shoe shop. Only an inch in the heel. Perfect Autumn shoes for keeping those toes not too warm and not too cool. Mumsy novelty owl socks are optional but my mother wears them and I now do the same, being a mum. My cute doggie is camera shy. (Vloggers have cute doggies too so I’m getting there).
Sadly that’s it for my ‘haul’. As usual most of the stuff I bought was for my kids – the excuse this time is they are starting school next week. HOWEVER, I did also spend a euro at a different charity shop on a pair of trousers for myself, but I can’t take a photo as I can’t get them up over my bottom and so will be passing them on.
DIY and BAKING
So what does a mum do when she’s back home, unpacked the groceries and had her cuppa tea? Why, make and mend naturally.
So the other day I took apart a broken chest-of-drawers and the bits are still lying around upstairs on the landing and in the sitting room. This morning I baked muffins with lime and coconut, I forgot to add the oil and then forgot to warn my friends that I’d forgotten to add the oil. They tasted ok slathered in frosting and my friends kindly didn’t complain. There were quite a lot left over.
So what do you think? Do I have a career in not promoting any products and shopping in charity stores? A future maybe but definitely not a career.
So, speaking of challenges and having a bit of a laugh, one advantage of my sensible non-trendy haircut and dated wardrobe is that I was recently picked in a leading role for a 1970’s documentary based purely on my own clothes and hair style. I kid you not. Perhaps I have a future in fancy dress instead.
I wonder whether our heavenly Father laughs at us when he looks at the way we carry on? I love how He does not look at the outward appearance but at our hearts. The truth is we are fearfully and wonderfully made and He rejoices over us with singing. We have great worth and value even when we spend the whole day in our pj’s feeling slob-like. If it’s the recognition that bright lights and stardom imply that I seek then what better recognition could there be than that the Maker of the universe knows me by name?
When all my best attempts at my outer appearance fail, they serve as a great reminder of how my inner heart changes are impossible by my own strength too. God is in the business of changing our hearts and He never fails. Bit by bit I am being changed on the inside by Him even if the outside is a bit worn out and getting a little bit left behind.