Somewhere between crop tops and cardigans
I found myself the other day doing something I never thought I’d do — Googling, “Where do women my age shop?” Not for someone else. For me. And I just sat there for a second, staring at the screen like it had personally called me out. Because for the longest time, when I said “I’m about to be 50,” it felt like a distant concept. Something I could joke about, reference, maybe even ignore a little. But now? Now I’m basically standing on the front porch of 50, adjusting my outfit in the reflection of the door, wondering if I knock confidently or just ease my way in and ...