And so it happens…apparently, I have hit a mid-life crisis. Excellent.
It’s the kind of thing you are never sure how it will go down until it actually happens. As it turns out, for me, my crisis took the form of leather. Specifically, buying leather en masse. Sure. I already talked about my morning obsessing over this season’s moto jackets over at Toulouse and Tonic, but for now, readers, the important take-away is that I am 34 and have started buying leather with a vengeance.
The quest for my moto jacket could not be denied. Believe me, I tried to talk myself out of it, but Meredith is kind of a beast when you try to mess with her. And obviously, purchasing a subsequent leather skirt made complete sense.
The day my purchases arrived, my husband came home from work and stared at the plastic Target bags littered all over our kitchen (Dude, c’mon, you know I can’t afford real leather!). I asked him to take a picture of me in the faux leather moto jacket and skirt for this post. He refused. The grounds of his refusal? I was wearing yoga pants under my new leather skirt and he said I looked ridiculous. Whatever. I 100% think yoga pants look classy with anything. He’s clueless.
In any case, a bunch of people asked to see a pic in this moto jacket after I wrote about it at Toulouse and Tonic, and I felt like the selfie was demanded. (Praise God Alisa helped show me the way a few weeks ago). For the pic, knew I wanted to make that awesome “rock on!” sign with my hands, but I wasn’t sure which fingers to hold up. Yes, I really am this old.
My sister, who is adorably part of that 20-something generation, was at work. I then tried to call my BIL, but he refused to answer his phone. I have no idea why he wouldn’t jump at the chance to take a call from me. So I called my only other friend who can claim a “2” at the start of her age and said, “I don’t entirely want to explain why I am asking this, but what is that cool gang sign with the fingers?” I could audibly hear her pausing as she tried to delicately handle my fantastic-ness…
We sorted out all the details of what-the-heck-I-was talking-about and exactly which fingers I should hold up. I took the selfie and wrote this post.
It occurred to me that when you have to consult the younger generation for assistance with making gang signs, The Midlife Crisis has officially reached it’s full glorified form. I have never felt older, more brilliant or more attempting-to-be-relevant in my life.
And now that gang signs have been clarified, I can safely carry on with my leather-wearing obsession. Sure I had to call in the younger back-up team for help, but midlife crisis can now definitively resume. Whew.
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