Tight skin, sparkling
eyes and gums that don't recede
By Patty Froese
I'm in my mid-thirties. A few days
ago my husband's cousins arrived in Canada from Africa, and we've been going
about helping them settle in. They are really delightful people in their very
early twenties, all good looking and optimistic.
I
remember being twenty and looking at people in their mid-thirties. I thought
one of two things. A: "I will never look that old. I will be much
cooler." Or B: "I can't even imagine being that old."
Well,
here I am! And I realized as I chatted with my husband's young cousins that I'm
that "older woman" to them. I'm the one they chat with and think,
"I will never get to be like that." It's okay, though, because at the
place I am now, I look at people in their forties and think the exact same
thing. That will never be me. Until I
went shopping for a pair of jeans at Winner's the other day and tried on a pair
of "mom jeans..." You know the kind, high waisted and totally
comfortable. I didn't buy them, because I'm still determined to be young and
hip no matter how much I hate having my rear end squeezed into restrictive
denim, but I heard the siren call...
Aging
takes us all by surprise. In my head, I still look like a twenty-year-old, and
I don't imagine that is going to change much. In my head, I'm also a much
cooler woman than I am in person. I have the right things to say. I can cast a
scathing look that looks regal instead of just scowly. I'm also about twenty
pounds lighter in my imagination.
Novel
writing suits me because it encourages my delusions. I was always one of those
kids who could live in the novels I was reading, and when I discovered I could
write those novels and create whatever reality I wanted to, I felt almost drunk
with delight. Of course, back then I kept writing myself older, and now I'm
doing the reverse.
Truth
be told, I don't want to go back in time. I'm wiser now, and that's worth the
price of some skin elasticity. I'm also a better writer now, and that's
exciting to me. I don't want to move backwards, I want to keep marching
forward, getting steadily better at what I do.
And what do I do? I delve into my delusions and drag you with me. It's
fun in my head. We say the right things. We're filled with attitude and snappy
come backs. We're irresistible and we fall in love again and again. In my head,
our skin is tight and our eyes are sparkling. Our gums go all the way down on
our teeth, without that sensitive part right at the top...
It's
nice in my head.
Patty Froese's most recent novel, Perfect on Paper, was
released in April 2012. She's a novelist and a blogger. You can find her online
at her blog, http://www.pattyfroese.com,
or on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/pattyfroese).
Blurb for Perfect on Paper:
Anne Stanborough, a well known mystery writer, inherits her maiden
aunt's book store, Perfect on Paper. The lawyer handling her aunt's
estate is none other than the handsome Jake Harrison, but despite his
attraction to the beautiful author, his painful divorce has made him
wary of a marriage between two driven professionals. Anne can't let go
of the career she's worked her entire life towards, and he isn't willing
to make a second mistake in marriage. It looks like they should call
the whole thing off until Anne discovers that her late maiden aunt might
not have been so "maiden" after all… A love story from the past tugs
this couple back together again, but will it be enough to prove that a
love founded in God really can overcome anything?
7 comments:
Jen--It kind of sneaks up, doesn't it? I turn 34 this month. I really thought there would be more wisdom at this point in life. I guess not! We just keep on bumbling through. :)
Great post, Patty. I'm 35 - let the birthday almost slip under the radar until friends insisted on doing something - and yeah, I'm getting better with the "mom jeans". I mean, they really are comfortable.
Your novel sounds like both a career woman's fantasy and fear. We really do want to hold our own and still be loved but it looks like the guy in this story has already been burned by trying a marriage of two bumping-heads. A love that looks Perfect on Paper, but what will real life be? Oh the suspense!
Thanks, Nicole, for having Patty here today.
Thanks so much, Angela. Yes, you summed it up beautifully--the tension between being a fully successful and independent woman and being loved and cared for. It's a constant balance.
I'm glad I'm not alone with those mom jeans! I haven't gotten any yet. I think I'm going to start with some mom cords. They're going to happen this fall. ;)
Okay, this senior citizen is going to go find a blog that doesn't make me feel so old. You kids have fun.
Oh no! Don't go! But do feel free to roll your eyes at us. ;)
Best of luck to Patty with Perfect on Paper and all her books! :D
P.S. I'm not all that thrilled to be looked at as the old person either ;)
Loved this post, and totally loved the title!
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