It finally arrived – OAP day – 65. That dreaded age, old and past it, would soon apply to me. Was I ready? No! Was I willing? Certainly not – at least not in the way I have always imagined it.
When my Granny was 65, she was an old lady. My Mother never made it sadly, but my Aunts did. They were a bit better, but still considerably older than I feel now. So I had a decision to make. Will I pretend it’s not me and hope no one notices? Or will I enter the next stage proudly and with style?
Proudly with style it had to be – and ideally with a large party to celebrate. So the OAP Party was born.
Anyone under the age of 50 to come dressed as an Old Age Pensioner.
Anyone over the age of 50 to come dressed as Original, Awesome and Proud
Old Age Pensioners
The kids had a great time and really went for it. All the old mindsets about age and ageing were laid out for us to see. They had the look, the walk and the style. Horrendous!
It has to be said, we held our own and showed great style. We had a great time and inspired the young to see later years as something to aim for not dread.
And this is just the start – there is much more ahead of us. Can’t wait to see what 70 will hold!