That’s how I feel sometimes. I don’t think I am old yet, but I am sure as heck not young. At one point a few years ago, I was a little ambivalent on the whole aging thing. So on a significant birthday, I signed up for belly dance courses just to feel young again. No, it didn’t really work. Then, ten years later on another milestone birthday I decided to embrace my inner crone and let my dyed hair grow out silver. I got a lot of grief for that, especially from a lot of other women with dyed hair.
But “vintage”…. that’s the ticket: classy, useful, elegant, good lines and form (well, maybe for cars– but still..)
Yes, I will call myself “vintage” because I am still young enough to experience life but old enough to know how to handle it.