Diary of Lisa Taylor, reluctantly 42 (and a half)

Or.. 'f.ck me I'm forty.. two.. and a half', though can look 38 on a - not so deluded - good day. Or 'How to reconcile a well experienced mind trapped in a still - but for how long? – youthful body.' Don't have the 30somethings angst/problems, neither have the resigned (?) ageing baby-boomers in safe family territory outlook yet. Here's how I cope, one day all sexy women will get old... but never invisible. © Lisa Taylor 2005/6/7/8/9. Jeez.. so much for the 42 and-a-half delusion

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

5 October - obsession 1

Obsessions: 1
The deepest, blackest black. I can never find it in a cardigan/trousers/skirt.
Or rather… I know Armani and D&G and Versace do a good black but I can’t afford it. So I find myself in lifts, on escalators, meeting rooms, shops, admiring some woman’s top and thinking but how come I can’t find that black? What do they do? Apart from not buying anything manufactured in countries where they can’t fix their dyes properly, or earning twice my salary…

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