In exactly three weeks, I will turn 45. Happy birthday to me! Let’s all have
a cupcake!
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be 45. It means I’m old, yes, as my kids like to remind me, but that doesn’t bother me. I figure as long as I can run 15 miles and do 20 real, on-my-toes pushups and swim a mile, I cannot complain about being old.
So I won’t.
Mostly, I have been thinking about turning 45 in the context of what I do here, on the Internet, and specifically on this blog. I describe The Working Closet as a style blog, not a fashion blog, for a lot of reasons, but mostly because I’m not a fashion blogger — I’m not 25, for one thing, and I don’t live on one of the coasts, and I don’t have a photographer boyfriend who shoots my daily outfit photos. Instead, I’m a middle aged mom living in middle-ish America, Instagramming what I wear with my iPhone. I don’t go to fashion shows or press junkets; I go to karate class and baseball games and the grocery store. I don’t own one single designer piece; my clothes are from J. Crew and the Gap and occasionally Lands’ End. I don’t have the patience or the time or the talent for thrifting, although I’m good at online shopping.
I choose my outfits based on the weather and what’s on my schedule for the day. I wear the same things over and over because it makes getting dressed easier. I’m not trying to impress anyone, I’m just trying to look nice.
In other words, I’m just like you. Continue reading




