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B-Tween

It’s happening and I must say I was absolutely for warned that one day it would arrive. I admit I was not prepared and I guess I wasn’t expecting it so soon.  I’m slipping back to “tween” time.  I see the sign ahead.  I pretend it’s blurry although I can read it.  It says, “Welcome back to Tween Ville, population: All 40 yrs and up.”

I’m sure most of you have heard it or used it yourself, the common buzz word “tween”.   This term is often used to describe a child that is not quite a teenager (12 ish) and or is a fresh new teenager (13-14).   In other words, referring to the “between” stage of late middle school and early high school.

I hate to be a downer but “tween hood” is not just for kids.  Nope, like most trends in life, it cycles through and sucks us back in.

I suddenly find myself “tween” two major issues. I have reached a crucial point in life     where I’m completely torn between what I want to wear and what I should wear.  Because what I want to wear and what I should wear are possibly two very different things.

Mr. Chicken Fry and I have been cordially invited to attend  the Children’s Annual Cancer Fund Gala and it is quickly approaching.  It is a special evening honoring patients and raising money for pediatric oncology research.  This heartfelt night is a dressy cocktail occasion and I have been scouring the internet for something darling to wear.

Girls, I gotta tell you, it’s a fine line of trying to look classy, a little sexy, but not to revealing, yet comfortable and stylish.  Of course, I don’t want to look like I’m trying to hard but also that I’m not trying hard enough.  RIGHT?   Do I look like I’m going to the prom or going to a funeral?  Do I look like I’m working at the club or working at the old folks home?    Fancy vs frumpy.   Geeze Louise, somebody kill me now.

I work out and eat healthy and I work hard to have a FIT physique.  I do my best to maintain good skin and hair but the harsh reality is I’m 42….NOT 22 or 32… which is the age of every model advertising clothes.  This model is also borderline anorexic, has no boobs or curves whatsoever and no muscle tone.  So we look exactly the same!!!!  ha.

I make a ruling that internet shopping is impossible at this stage so I resort to doing it the old-fashioned way.  Unfortunately, it’s just as tragic and painful.  I shimmy into some little black dress that perhaps I could pull off but then again maybe I can’t?  Can I still rock a tight short little black dress?  Is this frowned upon in 42-year-old mom years?

No matter how I slice it, I’m middle-aged but do my clothes have to reflect a matronly  sullen old lady?  Does my dress have to be below my knee?  Do I ahve to wear a blaser?  I sure hope not.  Some of the dresses remind me of a frock or lace doily my own grandmother would have tossed out.  Here is the issue,  most of the dresses that catch my eye have some embellishment or trendy cut that scream 25-year-old.

However, I really want to wear that darling short mini dress and after all I have the legs to pull it off but what will people say?   Or I love the way this dress fits my body but is it too tight and does it scoop too low? Dear heavens when did this become so difficult?

There is nothing worse than seeing a 12 or 13-year-old girl dressed too old for her age.   She’s a baby doll dressed like a hooker.  Well the same goes for a 40-year-old woman dressing like a 25-year-old.  I will search for the happy middle or b-tween dress.

I think these FIT celebs do a great job of making the tween time look good!

I will not give up the fight.

Love, shop and make it pop!

Angi

xo

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