Today I was reminded twice that I am getting old. Not just once but twice. I am ambivalent as to whether I care if I am old, I just don't like to be reminded.
First, I received a clothing catalog in the mail. I don't know why I get this catalog, I don't think I have ordered anything from them since before Maeve was born. Anyway, I flipped through the pages and saw zip leg leggings, acid wash jeans (which are called ultra-hued, but I know acid wash when I see it) and, wait for it, NEON. Yes, neon. A neon sweater with dolman sleeves. I felt like I was in a time warp- could it be 1985 again? Then I realized that what was fashionable when I was 14 is now back in style. Good heavens, neon was a bad idea to begin with, for the love of God don't bring it back! No one looks good in neon pink or lime green. Seriously, no one needs that bright of a color.
Then after dinner the girls and I were watching Cake Boss (TLC). If you haven't seen it, you should; it is like watching the Jersey Shore with baked goods. Okay, better than that, but still a slice of life from the Italian section of Hoboken. Anyway, they did a cake for the 40th anniversary of Sesame Street. The girls wanted to know where Abby cadaby was. I wanted to see Snuffleupagus. I said, "Who is Abby?" Hilde said, "Who is Snuffleupagus again?" Really? How have my children missed out on the vital pieces of children's television. I took the chance to inform them that back in the day there was no Elmo, no Zoe and no Abby. They were incredulous. Does anyone else remember the school house scenes and spelling with Franklin? I wonder if I could find old Sesame Street episodes on video. I think I could even get Daniel to watch them. I blame Dora the Explorer for this. If she hadn't come along and pulled kids to that other network, we would all still be getting all our kids' TV from PBS.