So after watching a mountain of episodes of the program, "What Not to Wear" and several marathons of "Say Yes to the Dress" and rushing home every Thursday to watch my favorite program "Project Runway," I've come to learn the magical powers of the empire waist. I've learned what an A-line skirt can do for the legs. I learned that wearing baggy clothing to hide your body backfires. I learned that any size woman can find clothes that make her look terrific. I learned the meaning of the flattering silhouette, proportion, styling, and couture.
So after a few months of experimentation, I'm buying things I never would have even looked at before. I went sleeveless for the first time this summer. I bought my first sandals. Sandals that show my feet and toes. Egads! I try everything on and if it doesn't look absolutely fabulous on me, I won't buy it. Not even if it is 60% off!
I straightened my curly hair. It's actually pretty long. My stomach got flatter when I figured out what foods made me feel inflamed and got rid of them. I still need to start an exercise program, but girl, I've been saying that for three decades.
Compliments are nice to hear again. People ask me if I have lost weight. Not an ounce. But miracle upon miracles, I got whistled at and not by the 70-year-old, old dude down the street. I haven't been whistled at in 25 years. I got whooped at too. Hells Bells!
Men, again, look me over instead of look over me. It's a nice nod to my ego, but since I've been working on reaching an ego-less state, the effect was negligible. Plus for some inexplicable reason, I found I didn't really miss or even want it. I forgot what it felt like to be given a USDA meat grade upon inspection. It's disconcerting. I'm definitely not Prime nor Choice. Hoping for the Select cut. But now, I only want to be selected by my one and only man.
I never thought I would get noticed in that way again. I knew my whistling days were way, way over. Apparently, the key here is flattering clothes and - great distance. At a distance
But it's hard to keep it all up. Lately, I've been sick, twisted my back, and hurt my shoulder when reaching too far to get something, so there are plenty of reminders of my age to keep me humble. It's easy to go back to the comfort of my sweats or baggy jeans. Been in them again for about a month. But I plan to keep it up and have my eye on revamping my winter wardrobe.
The last guy that drove by and whistled was rather young. He stuck his body out of the car waving his hands. I just shook my head, perturbed that he couldn't tell the difference and yelled for him to get a pair of glasses.
I was old enough to be that whistler's mother.