This happened yesterday, but I'm still right tickled about it today so it counts. Because I say so.
While at The Gap trying 18 blue million pairs of jeans (and as annoying, perspiration-producing & nose-running inducing as this task is, you realla gotta try on that many pair to get to the right ones), I demurred over a particular pair of jeans because I didn't think they were 'age-appropriate'. The sales gal who was helping me said, "Why would you think that? They're perfectly appropriate for a lady your age. You can't be more than 35*, right?"
When I told her I was 45, she appeared genuinely floored. And yes, I bought the rockin' jeans that probably are somewhat age-inappropriate. I think I look damn good in them.
*Maybe that's why I can't get a date with a guy I think is in my age range. They think I'm too young for them. Yea, that's the story I'll stick with for the next couple of weeks.
lather, rinse, repeat
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