Ladies:  This series of artilces are written for you.  Yes, all of us that have at least once gazed into a full length mirror and couln’t believe the vision-my Mom’s butt had somehow became similar to mine (not in a good sense).  Then,  there is the ‘get ready to go out with the girls’ mirror.  Wrinkles, not just one, but more than I could bare to stand there and grimace over.  I thought, “well, at least my boobs will be the target of admiration (men tend to look there first any way).   So, I got the top out with the jeans and very high heels to avoid those pesky lines and out I went.  Yes, this blog is for you, for me, for the class of 1976 and the rest of us fifty something gals.  Hopefully, I will throw in a dash of laughter, a hint of truth, and some beauty tips to keep us fifty and fabulous.  Because, I think we are fabulous.  I really do.  What I know now that I didn’t at 26 is worth more than all of the gold in Tiffanys.  I talk with so many women, and boy at our age we have so much more to say and to offer those around us.  And by the way, I still love high heels and jeans.

So, my  challenge to you is this:  Shake off the media blitz with twelve year olds ‘parading’ in couture and stop this craziness. You know exactly what I’m talking about when someone younger walks into the room.  Our laughter stops and we each look like deer caught in the headlights (the fluorescent white ones that show every crevice above our brow line).  Her long hair brushes across that tight wrinkleless complexion and her mini skirt hugs her sculpted thighs as those stilettos click by like the sound of a favorite song long gone when we didn’t even know how to spell ‘cellulite’ let alone loathe the word.  Since I am a teacher and a counselor, I forge into auto and my maternal common sense and I ‘m thinking, “Ouch, those heels must be killing her feet.  Hope she isn’t planning on dancing the night away.”  OMG Did that old lady speech really come out of my head?  My friends shift their body structure; shoulders stiffen and eyes widen.  We ’smell’ the vibes as the center circumference of the room changes.  I shift into the role of ‘observer.’  Some women becom irritated by her presence and are having a tough time not showing it.  Others snicker under their breathe.  One fifty something became increasingly loud in her conversation then took a gulp out of her wine.   Yet another glared at her husband warning him not to make a move.  As I watched these beautiful, intelligent women shrivel into fearful crones, I saw how ugly they had become to each other, their mates, and more importantly to themselves.  I wanted to scream -stop it. This is ridiculous-we shouldn’t envy this young girls, those young girls, the mistresses, the famous.  Eye-candy girls will always be around.  So what?  They are ‘candy’ which really doesn’t satisy for long.  My Grandpa told me once I was ‘eye candy.’  There is always going to be someone younger but what breaks my heart is that many of us have become  just plain ‘old,’ ‘mean,’ and ‘unlikeable.’  What is wrong with loving each stage of our lives and embracing each moment with beauty, glamous, and a new found grace that can’t be purchased in any jar?  I have bought a lot of jars.  LOL  As for the men in our lives, I don’t doubt for a second why they don’t get us.  We don’t have a handle on ourselves.  And if for som slight of fate, you have found a wolf in sheep’s clothing, chasing candy.  LET HIM STARVE, there is no nutrition in candy.  You deserve better.  So for now, shout it outloud now: I AM FIFTY AND FABULOUS. Chat with you soon.  Now for a beauty tip to keep you that way:

There is a new shoe I wear that works my thighs and calves:  They are inexpensive and really do tone my legs in the privacy of my home.  I love them.  Get them now.  Go to:  Shapeupshoes.com or you can call 1-877-717-4273.  Order one size smaller than your regular size.  Around $30.00