Christine Linder Studio

Aging gracefully, somebody shoot me now. I am so sick of that term. People! My age already pushes me to the invisibility edge and now I am suppose to wear muted tones and blend into the dirt. I will be in the dirt soon enough. When I was young and met an older woman that was elegant, gracefull, reserved I thought, yes I want to be like that when my hair is grey, classy.   I am full into the crone stage now  and folks bring on the crazy.No no no to black, grey, taupe, brown. Bring on the orange and fushia and lime green, crazy hair and anyone who thinks I am not “classey” can kiss my old ass. There is really no reason left to play by the rules ladies, you can dance in the checkout line and howl at the moon, real loud while wearing hot pink. I am not by any means saying I want to be a mean, insensitive old crank or a public nuisance in crazy cloths [well maybe a little]. I am just saying there is not that much time left and I have played by rules for a very long time and so few people are having fun and I want to cut the strings on this conventional corset, it is pinching me.  I don’t have to hold down a job, get a promotion or be reasonable or responsible to much of anyone else, this is my time. I am just saying, Crones just wanna have fun.