I guess I’m having a mid-life crisis. Or reverting to my youth. Or something. Because last week I bought these:
I did think about them quite a bit before I took the leap, as phrases such as “mutton dressed up as lamb” went through my head. But then the 40-something adult in me took over, the one who doesn’t really care what people think of my appearance, the one who wants to inject a bit of fun (and, let’s face it, practicality) into my winter wardrobe.