Youthful Chic vs. Middle-Aged Chic

Oh, I remember it well.

I can still pull it off, but only if there is little walking involved.

So now, my chic-ness returns to the chic-ness of my youth.

I am a woman, not a girl,

I am a woman, not a girl,

I am a woman, not a girl . . . .

OK, I know the shoes don't make the woman,

but I sure do miss those carefree-foot days.

By the way, those beautiful shoes belong to my

niece Hannah; the blue gym shoes, to me.