Let me share here in case, you don't want the added cake distraction...
...a wild flash of black tulle and hot pink beads flew past me. I was shocked. It had been a long time since I'd seen such 80's retro style worn with such determined...style. Stopping to stare out the corner of my eye, I took in the flash.
Neon pink Lace shirt layered beneath a pink concert tee.Black tulle tutu.Leggings.Jelly bracelets from wrist to mid-ulna.Crimped hair.Pink tennis shoes with giant lace bows.*
As I was not-staring, 80's Girl turned toward me. Her hair gave way to her profile. Then her face. I was shocked! 80's Girl wasn't a girl at all. She was an "80's WOman!" The gal toting said Cyndi Lauper gear was no high school, teeny-bopper wannabe. Nosirree. Before me stood a round, freckle faced forty-something and instantly, I loved her.
All that color.All that style.All that life experience.All that tulle.*
It made me think. Growing older doesn't have to mean growing gray. Everyday can be prismatic hues of light and loveliness. I just have to remember to put them on in the morning.
I want to be that reminder to others...
I don't want to blend into the background, another 40-something lady fading away to grey. I want to wear tulle and rainbow colors and rabbit ears... I want to dance in the rain... and the sun... IN PUBLIC! I want to talk to strangers in public places, find out about their lives, make them smile. I want to be bold, daring, different! I want to put aside the stupid little voices in my head that say, OMG no! Blend in! Hide! Don't stand out or you'll be teased!
I want to LIVE and be JOYFUL! And I want it to spread to EVERYONE like some viral disease...