September 6, 2012 by kitcac
When is it that you know that you’re old?
Is it when you start to put pasta in jars? Is it when you get excited that you find the correct lid in the back of the cupboard for your tupperware tub? Or is it when you are excited by a pair of wacky socks for the first time since you were under 11?
I was thrilled, oh dearie me, to see these lovely but bonkers socks this week.
I am a grown woman. And I am now the proud owner of a lovely pair of hooters, even though I’m officially old.