Jenny Block reflects: Is 50 old? I turn 50 this month. Fifty. When I was a kid, I thought 50 was so old. Fifty-year-olds are grandparents.
They go to more funerals than weddings. They go to bed early and get up even earlier. Right? Hell, when I was 40 I thought 50 was old.
And now here I am, and I can’t help but wonder: Am I old? I know. I know. I sound like Carrie Bradshaw. But I’m serious. I’m sitting here contemplating not just where I am and where I’ve been and where I’m going but also what I’m wearing and the color of my hair and the ways I choose to spend my time and who I spend that time with.
I’ve got some grey that my devoted hairdresser creatively blends with sun-kissed Texas blonde. I wear a lot of above-the-knee dresses with