I was getting out of my car in the parking lot in front of a strip center yesterday, when I noticed an older woman getting out of her car. The woman was probably 75-80 years old. She was slender, not emaciated, and was moving with a slow ease.
I was immediately taken with her. She was, I do hope, what I look like when I am her age. My future doppelgänger of sorts.
Here’s what I saw:
• white wavy hair, sans frizz, cut short & styled in a relaxed flattering way – not glued into place
• rectangular medium-brownish-gray framed glasses – that fit her face size
• a bright red parka that would make a stop sign blush at its own dull inadequacy
• a jazzy-patterned multi-colored silk scarf around her neck – peeking out from within her parka
• medium tan corduroy boot-cut pants – hemmed just right
• dark tan flat leather shoes – rather nondescript, but in the perfect shade to blend with the pants
To say that I was smitten is an understatement. Part of this was because it was refreshing for me to see a little old lady who embraced color and wore styles from this decade. She wasn’t a Q-tip, which is the way so many of the older woman around here dress. Not flattering.
But what really intrigued me about this woman was that she was driving a VW Beetle Convertible— bright red on the bottom, black on the top. A bold car, no?
And one that, combined with her ensemble, made me love her upon first sight as I became hopeful for my future as an old lady. I’m gonna look damned good, aren’t I?