A while ago I posted about how I was turning into my mother. These days though, I feel more like I'm turning into my grandmother.
I'm not sure what started it, but it's getting worse.
I read books like this:
I find myself more interested in what the older ladies at the gym are talking about than the women more my age.
I find blogs like this one fascinating.
And I can't tear myself away from shows like Rosemary and Thyme, a pair of crime-solving older-lady gardeners. It's really quite fabulous. Here's a picture for you to prove it:
It doesn't seem quite the appropriate way to spend the last year of my twenties, but I must admit that I am thoroughly enjoying it. Now excuse me while I go and take a mid-morning nap...