Sooooo, I took a très très long break for the holidays, trying to be as consistent as possible with my concept of lazy easy living* and let’s just say, ahem, trying to lead by example.
I went to New Zealand, got a massive flu, enjoyed a few days of sunshine, vanquished a torturous puzzle with the help of my stepdaughter (I feel so grown up when I say that) and then came back (a bit far for just a few days of sunshine and a puzzle if you want my opinion but I now have responsibilities as a married woman and a stepmother)(SO GROWN UP) and here we are back in Somerset with my actual child, Lulu (I’M JOKING!!!). I feel actually refreshed.
I hope you had a very good break and I wish you the best of years!!!
Now, let’s talk about socks.
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But this is The Note, so let’s talk about socks.
I am still very much in a bit of a limbo style-wise, and I won’t lie to you by saying it’s getting any better—the turn of the half century IS actually quite brutal for most women and I am no exception. It goes like:
What should I do with my hair?
How big and fun should my glasses be?**
Why are my baggy jeans fitting like skinny jeans?
Why is looking disheveled not cute anymore???
Don’t worry. I know the cure for all my problems.
Good socks.
I came back to the cold wanting only comfort and softness in the shape of very high socks to sit in front of the fire. Always the fashion guru, my mother suggested Calzedonia*** and as soon as I clicked on the link, I went mad because of their buy four get one free it was gorgeous.
I received everything—I put it all here for you—and now I feel utterly chic and want to plan all of my outfits around my socks. A good sock game makes it feel like you’re a woman in control of your destiny, even when you’re a mess with zero visibility about the next five minutes of your life.
Voilà, I say let’s start 2024 small and forge ahead courageously, why don’t we?
*Okay, I just made it up.
**The answer is NO.
***Now, of course I know that all I should buy is Doré Doré, the French socks brand that not only stole my name (not true, they existed waaaay before me) but is also synonym with quality and French savoir-faire, but what can I tell you, that day it was Calzedonia.
The last Letter was a story of how I almost fainted in sauna the other day because of my following of ALL wellness trends out there, and what I came to learn from it.
The last Note was about my glasses!
In our last live, we talked about turning 50, our lives, joys and frustrations, and so much more! You can catch up here!
Here are 38 seconds of the beauty of New Zealand. No puzzle I promise.
Doré launched travel sizes, finally!
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Big hugs!
I’m 62 and was so relieved at 60 because now I can exhale and say “I’m 60, I don’t have to look or dress a certain way” not that I ever did but you can feel the pressure!! I don’t dye my hair, I don’t worry about what style of clothing I wear, really no one cares, they really don’t. So give yourself some grace and embrace your 50s!! After all you have step daughters lol.
Haha! Loved the remark about why are my baggy jeans are fitting like skinny jeans!! I am 53 and learning how to live my life now while coping with the symptoms of menopause. LOVE the socks btw!