It’s Official

Well, it’s official.  I’m old now.  (At this point half of you are saying, “Riin, you are not old,” and the other half are saying, “Well, duh, we knew that, so what’s your point?”)  I’m getting my first pair of bifocals. I’ve realized for quite a while that I needed them, but I’ve been putting off going for an eye exam because glasses are fucking expensive, and bifocals even more so.  But I really couldn’t put it off any longer.

I suppose maybe bifocals mean I’m officially middle-aged rather than old, though I knew a kid in my elementary school who wore very thick bifocals. That seems to be pretty unusual though.  It seems to be something people start with in their 40’s, no?  So I’ll be officially old when?  When I start menopause?  At my last physical my doctor asked me if I was still having periods.  Ok, that freaked me out a little.  I kind of felt like, “I’m only 43!  How old do you think I am?”  But I guess some women start menopause in their early 40’s.

I’m mostly joking when I say I’m old.  I don’t really feel old.  On the other hand, I’m not ashamed of being 43.  I am the age I am, and I feel better and look better than I did 20 years ago.  I’m in far better health now.  My eyes aren’t as good, but the rest of me is in a lot better shape. I weigh 100 pounds less than I did 11 years ago.  I eat a much healthier diet, I get a lot more exercise, and my head is more together.  I’ve figured out more about life.  It took time and experience, some good and some bad, to become the person I am today.

So I’ve got a lot of gray hair, and I’m getting more all the time.  That’s fine.  I have no intention of dyeing it.  I think it’s pretty.  And I’ll tell anyone how old I am.  I really don’t understand women who lie about their age.  My mom tells people she’s 39.  Um, so she gave birth to me four years before she was born?  Well, that’s one for the tabloids.

Anyway, I wonder if there is some definition of what age is young, what’s middle-aged, what’s old, or if it’s just relative, i.e., I’m old compared to the 22-year-old students who work for me, but young compared to my mom (even if she is “39” — right, Mom), or if it just varies by individual? I mean, you know how sometimes you meet two different people and you find out they’re the same age, but you’d swear one was 15 years older than the other?  I think I used to be older than I am now in some ways.

In any case, I’ll have my new glasses in about a week.  I got violety/purple frames that really rock it with my gray hair, and I swear, that color looks good with all of my clothes.  I realized later it’s actually the same color as my shoes!

I’ll take a picture of myself wearing them once they arrive.  It’ll be nice to be able to see.  Er…could you guys buy some of my stuff so I don’t have to start naming colorways things like “I bought new glasses and now I’m broke”?  Unless someone actually wants a colorway with that name. I guess I could dye it for you.  (Hmm…now I’m thinking about what that would look like.  Well, maybe I’ll have to dye it anyway…)

And now, I know what you’re saying.  You’re saying, “Riin, you keep saying you’re going to show us knitting pictures.  Well, where are they?  Are you just all talk and no action?  Where are they, girl?  Cough ’em up!”  I know, I know, I’m the world’s worst blogger.  Well, here they are, finally.  First, the purple and blue sock I finished…uh…well, when it was still cold enough to wear socks.  So a few months ago.  Ahem.

Blue & purple socks

Next, my Tigers on Estrogen socks, which I knit using Anne Hanson‘s Smokin’ Socks pattern.

Tigers on estrogen socks

Now you might be thinking they look awfully skinny for my size 8.5 feet and sexy muscular legs, but ah, Anne was sneaky!  Look how stretchy they are!

Tigers on estrogen stretched

I’d model them for you, but it’s just too hot for me to wear socks right now.  You’ll have to use your imagination.  Uh, unless you’re some pervert with a foot fetish, then go away, ya weirdo!

Finally, here’s my sock in progress, and I do believe it’s my favoritest sock ever.

My favoritest sock ever

I’m in love with it.  It’s almost the same as the Crocus sport weight I still have one skein of in the shop; the greens just came out a little bit darker in this one (they were from the same dyepot).  Happy happy…

Sigh…I still need to show you my sweater, which is almost finished.  But that will have to wait till next time.  I need to go to bed.  (Have mercy!  I need sleep!)

1 comment

  1. erica

    I want some
    Carnival series: Embroidered skirts BFL wool top
    be well

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