Do you know these TV programs in which women are told they're not dressed to their age by people who look like they've forgotten fashion has moved on since 5 years ago?
I don't like them.
OK, the change is remarkable in some people. Those who don't mind having a camera on their unwashed hair, sagging eyes and pants. Sometimes they're interviewed at home and they look far better dressed and their hair looks OK.
Are they paid to appear on TV like they've nearly drowned?
I don't understand why people have to tell others what to do, anyway.
We all have our own lives, our own learningtasks in life, and life is the teacher most of the time.
Maybe they even have to find out their own personality, have to trust themselves enough to wear whatever they want or whatever.
And then two presenters come and go through their lovingly bought stuff and throw it on a pile.
They poke in fat, pull shoulders and comment on bodyparts they haven't chosen themselves; all in front of the camera. Ugh!
Oh, I would love to have a new wardrobe.
Just give me the money and make me go somewhere where they have what I would love to wear.
Don't tell me I need to go in grey, black and dark blue, throw my wonderful pinkish natural looking lipstick in the bin and get the builders in to create a face with foundation on me.
I would love to go hippystyle.
I don't, now. Not really.
But I would.
And don't take the turkoise clothes away.
I look great in them.
Even when I'm 93 and those presenters wear grey and black themselves.
Which might fit them, ofcourse.