What’s My Age Again?
I had a strange experience this past week. I don’t know if it was because I cut my hair (a smidgen past shoulder length) or because of my work out clothes, but I was mistaken for a high school senior.
I went to Michael’s to pick up my youngest sister’s graduation portrait after it was framed and the very nice woman at the counter asked me when I was going to graduate.
When I told her I was 31, she looked at me in shock and said she thought I was at the most in early college, but thought I was more likely graduating high school.
So I spent the afternoon a bit bemused. I mean, it’s nice to look younger than you are, but I’m not sure looking like I’m a teenager is really the best thing in the world, either.
I guess I could wear more adult clothes, but I’m sure that one day my sisters will call up TLC and get me on What Not To Wear. I’m sure that they’d set me straight.
I mean, after the make-over from Tyra, I just reverted back to my old ways. Beauty is pain.
