I have a confession to make. I have a crush on Avril Lavigne. There, I said it! Whew, I feel better. I think I should head on to bed now….what? I should explain? Well, I don’t think it bears explaining, but I guess it couldn’t hurt.
I think Avril is gorgeous. I have a thing for cute blondes – call it a weakness – but what appeals to me so much about her is her style. It’s fun and funky and I wish I could pull it off. I don’t know what it is, but the first time I really noticed her was when I saw a video of What the Hell.
I think the combination of shorts with black hose, blonde hair with pink streaks, and just a joie de vivre that makes her irresistible. I want her, I need her, I want to be her. There’s a bit of a desire to have her, but also I wish that I could live her life, or at the very least mimic her style. I want to pull off that look!
But looking at myself in the mirror, I have to concede that I’m too old to look like a twenty-something year old. I’m too tall, too bulky, and I don’t have her exuberance for life. The only look I feel I can pull off is Bea Arthur’s. That’s just depressing.
I’m exaggerating, of course, but there’s some truth to it. I have to dress my age. If I don’t, I risk looking like a ridiculous queen shouting for the wrong kind of attention. The best I can do is to incorporate a little bit of her flair into my style. I may be pushing 40, but why should I dress like a fussy old maid? I just need to play around until I can get it right.
But I’m still in love with her. If only I can get her away from that Nickelback guy. Then there’s the issue of winning her over and then accepting me for who I am, but one thing at a time. More fun in my wardrobe and a touch of color in my hair.