Growing Up?

Bye bye youth...


Hello adulthood...



This may sound strange coming from somebody who already has 1.5 kids, a husband, a job and a mortgage... but exchanging our little green Twingo for a bigger, blander, more serious car really does feel scarily like "growing up"...

I'm not sure I like the feeling.

There is a poem by Jenny Joseph called "Warning" (if you haven't read it, I recommend it), and it starts:
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me...

Well, just for the record, I hope that "when I am an old woman, I shall drive a brightly coloured Twingo..."