I’ve got friends who resisted marriage and babies until well into their 30s, because making that commitment was admitting to being ‘old’. And they weren’t old.
I like to think I’m not like that, then I think about the things I won’t do because there’s a part of me that still likes to think I’m young and cool. Even though I am a 38 year old married mum of three.
Things I still can’t welcome into my life are: walking boots, dressing gowns and hot water bottles. They are all just too ‘old’.
Accepting that you have boots especially to walk in is just so OLD. I do walk. I just don’t wear walking boots. I wear Doc Marten’s. My 10 year old son has walking boots because he’s in Scouts and it’s practically obligatory. It’s not obligatory for me, I like to be a bit urban and edgy, so I don’t have any. STILL COOL.
Dressing gowns. Ugh. So warm, so lazy, so OLD. When I was at university I lived very briefly with a bunch of lazy girls who wore their dressing gowns more or less permanently. The sight of them used to infuriate me. I was energetic and busy and they were just so LAZY. Dressing gowns, no way. STILL COOL.
Hot water bottles. Never, never, never. It’s like admitting you are already dead. In winter (and during our ridiculously cold May) my bed is SO COLD, but I would rather freeze than use a water bottle. STILL COOL.
In recent, or not so recent, years though I have allowed ‘old’ things wellies, slippers and waterproof coats into my life.
My husband bought me my first pair of slippers when we moved into our house. I was horrified. Slippers are so OLD. Those lazy girls at university wore them. But my house is so cold. I am now addicted to slippers. I wear them approximately nine months of the year and step very carefully straight from my shoes into my slippers to avoid getting my feet cold or damp in any way. There is nothing worse than wet socks in a cold house. NOT COOL.
When I was expecting my eldest 11 years ago my friend came to visit and it was raining. She asked if I had an anorak she could borrow. Apparently the look on my face was one of sheer horror. ANORAK! I might have been heavily pregnant, but I was way too cool for an anorak.
But after years of soakings on the school run, my husband persuaded me that a waterproof coat might be sensible. (Sensible! I don’t do sensible!) I bought a coat on one of our traditionally cold and wet holidays in Padstow in 2008 and I barely took it off the whole week. It regularly accompanies me to school. NOT COOL.
Wellies came into my life when we moved into our current house in 2004. We live in a village. It’s ‘semi-rural’ and that suits me because I’m semi-rural too. I love the countryside, but I love towns too. I wear my wellies and waterproof coat in the village when the weather requires it (while still being urban and cool when weather is OK) and now I’m quite old I will even wear them in town if the weather is bad. NOT COOL.
So am I normal or deluded? Cool or not cool? Or just a bit stupid?