Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The Snowman Pin

Warning: today's post is not about cheese. Please humor me while I share what happened to me this morning.

Tell me this hasn't happened to you: one day, you're the cool, hip mom with highlights in her hair, listening to the same radio station as your teenager, saying OMG on your Facebook account, and ordering a tall, no fat, two pump caramel latte with whip at Starbucks.

And then, the next morning, you wake up with gray hair, an extra chin and a stupid little perky snowman pinned to the lapel of your wool coat that you don't notice makes you look completely ancient until you're sitting in the local coffee shop, drinking a black cup of coffee next to a group of old retired guys doing the daily paper's crossword puzzle in unison who sound something like this: "What'd you get for 23 across, Frank?" Frank cups his hand around his ear and yells, "WHAT?" The other guy repeats: "I said, what did you get for 23 across?" And someone from the other side of the room yells: "CREEL!" Which results in a "Uhhhhh" and nodding of the heads from the gaggle of old men.

What the frick?

In yet another sign that I am not getting any younger - (who says what the frick, anyway?), today was the day that a silly little silver snowman pin made me realize I am a middle aged mom. OMG.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Three weeks ago, I got sucked into going to a Lia Sophia party - you know, the kind of costume jewelry party that women who reach a certain age start spending WAY too much money on, in an attempt to look younger? I came home with three necklaces (buy two, get the third half price, whoo-hoo!) and this adorable little snowman pin the hostess through in for free. Hey - who doesn't love stuff that's FREE?

So I pinned it on my winter wool jacket, put it back in the closet and forgot about it until this morning when the thermometer read 33 degrees. Yep, time to break out the winter coat. I threw on the coat, took my daughter to school and mosied to the coffee shop, upon where I looked down and there it was, staring me in the face.

A stupid little silver perky snowman that jingles when I walk and sports an eternal smile. You know, the kind of thing women who have reached a certain age wear in an attempt to draw attention away from their gray hair and extra chin - the very things that I woke up with today?

Sigh.

I need another cup of coffee.

And a much bigger snowman pin.

8 comments:

Lo said...

Oh, gosh -- totally made me smile. It's funny the power that a lapel pin can have :)

I definitely need another cup of coffee this morning. And I'm quite sure that I'm one step closer to that snowman pin!

cheese underground lady said...

Hi Mary -- thanks so much for your feedback. You're right, I do NOT know it all and appreciate you setting the record straight on those items. I try never to come across as knowing everything - I'm just a cheese blogger, after all. Sounds like you are a cheesemaker - keep it up. We need more of you.

Thanks,
Jeanne

Leslie said...

That's hilarious! I felt old last year when I got a chunky gold and silver pin from a student. He was 9 years old and he said it would be perfect for me. The sad thing is that I actually like it :)

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Patty said...

Just don't wear the snowman lapel pin with a snowman sweater-then it's really bad!

Cristie said...

All I can say is I can relate to every word of your humorous post. It was a nice way to start my morning. Thanks.

Cristie said...

All I can say is I can relate to every word of your humorous post. It was a nice way to start my morning. Thanks.

Jean said...

Your blog made me laugh this morning. Then I dashed upstairs to check my jewelry box. No snowman (only guitar-strumming cows, flying sheep, navajo goats, and a bike). Whew. But I know what you mean. And if you have no children to make time by, it's even a bigger shock to find out you're officially a middle-aged woman—you know this because you just hit the mid-century mark—and you never saw it coming. I'll make a mental note to stick with ruminant adornments. In solidarity.

erik said...

Your post made me smile! Then I realized that I am also not getting any younger.
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