RESISTANCE IS FUTILE

George. What's not to grow fond of?

There are some things you just give in to as you get older.  Maybe give into is the wrong term, maybe it's more like, grow fond of.  No, I was right the first time, you give in.  You just lie down and let it wash over you and come to the realisation that all the things you once made a mockery of, now give you joy. 

For instance -  the Ped-Egg.   Now before you judge, hear me out.  I too used to scoff, point and laugh at the funny egg shaped contraption that basically razored dead skin off manky heels.  But that was before I tried it.  In an instant I went from the woman who was notorious for having feet that resembled and 80 year olds, to one that matched her age. I wanted to stand on an escalator and not be worried that I was making the person behind me physically ill after copping an an eyeful of my cracked heels.

And after using the Ped-Egg, instead of virtually ripping the bed sheets apart, I was the one sexily slinking  in beside her husband.  Did I push the illusion too far??  OK, I’ll scale it back. In short, although this is basically just an old school razor with a fancy egg shaped catcher, I heart it.   So yes, whilst the Ped Egg catches dry dead skin filings and that in itself is kind of gross, it is the difference between me getting a foot massage from my husband  from time to time and being refused one. $29.99 well spent I reckon.

Next on the agenda is Wine.  And my increasing love for it.  Not so long ago, I hadn’t even tasted white wine.  Yes, I know, shocking, but I went to a party recently and the host offered me a white.  Sure, why not.  Instantly hooked.  Don’t get me wrong, I have been drinking red wine for years and last summer, started dabbling in Rose’ but well, I think it’s time to give in to this obvious attraction.  Beer bloats me.  And West Coast Cooler, whilst I still have fond memories, tastes like lolly water and quite frankly, doesn’t even get me tipsy.  No, it’s time to grow up, mature and pickle my liver like any good 35 year old should, with some quality wine.

I’ve got one word for you: SILVERFOX.  I've got to admit, my favourite look in a guy was the dirty blonde surfer but times are a changin and it was a great question from @carolduncan on twitter a couple of weeks ago - Who is your favourite silverfox?  Are you familiar with the term?  It means an attractive older guy who is rocking the grey.  Well, of course, mine is my husband.  At 38, he’s got some greys, not quite the salt and pepper, but with a daredevil and maniacal 3 year old son,  they are ever increasing.

I am finding myself strangely attracted to this look. Embrace the salt and pepper.  The double standard shits me though.Your George Clooneys only increase in attractiveness the more silver hairs they sprout, whilst women like me are trying desperately to keep them under wraps by coating our heads in deadly ammonia.

ABC and SBS.  I used to loathe these channels growing up.  ABC was for people who liked watching documentary's on organic manure and  SBS was for dirty late night movies eyed off by equally dirty old men.  But now, well now, I find myself tuning in to these channels more than the mainstream.  For a start there are no advertisments.  Secondly, the content just rocks my socks.  Gruen Transfer, United States of Tara, Spicks & Specks, Rage, Q and A.  I could go on. I know this was something I had to grow into.  And it makes me happy that I am finally ready.

Please note however, if I ever write a post about being happy to let the grey hairs take over or start to regale my love of Saturday night stamp collecting and/or bootscooting, flick me in the ear and alert the Police because someone has taken over my body.    Surely I'll never give in completely right??  Right??