Aging, weight loss and plumber's crack

So, I recently lost some weight. Not a lot, but enough weight that I can no longer wear any of my pants without them falling down. For a while I could simply belt them to keep them up. But now when I try to wear a belt all the fabric gets bunched up and I kinda look like some backwoods hillbilly holding up their jeans with a rope. (Not that there's anything wrong with that; I'm just saying. No offense, West Virginia.)
I bought some smaller jeans at Sam's Club the other day. Which, BTW is where all the trendsetters buy their clothes while shopping for toilet paper and paper towels in bulk. I got these jeans pretty cheap (the best kind) and they were Levis bootcut, so I knew there was a possibility they might fit me -- a rare quality in a pair of jeans. The problem with buying clothing at Sam's is, there are no dressing rooms, so you can't try anything on. (Actually, you can, but I've found that they tend to frown upon this practice.)
Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, I remember now. I get home, put away all my bulk items and tried on my new jeans. I was pleasantly surprised to find that they actually fit very well. The only problem is that they are the low rise variety. Which is fine. But these are the really low rise variety. I modeled them for my hubby and he thought they looked good. My daughter saw them and asked that I wear them to school when I came to read to her class. She likes to pick out my clothes so that I can look "fancy".

Now, I'm at a point in my life where I think twice about what I'm wearing. As much as I try not to, I do care what other people's impressions are of my outward appearance. Did I look like a middle-aged housewife trying to look hip? I've been told by friends that they don't think of me as being 43, but I've always chalked that up to the fact that I'm extremely immature, not from any youthful appearance. I don't want to become a parody like Sally O'Malley going around screaming, "I'm 50!" It bugs me that so many women (and men nowadays) are so afraid to age gracefully. I say this somewhat hypocritically because I color my hair every month to cover up the grey. So I ask you -- how old is too old to wear low rise jeans?

I decided to go ahead and wear my new, hip jeans. They were a bit on the long side so I wore some high heeled boots. (Not real boots, but those slip on ones that look like boots. I have huge calves that make wearing most boots impossible -- but that's another story.) I gotta admit that I was feeling pretty sassy when I went up to my daughter's class. My daughter gave me a big hug and told me I looked "fancy". That's pretty high praise from her. As I do each Friday, I read to her class then went to the cafeteria to have lunch with her. The lunch tables are basically large, picnic tables -- no chairs only benches. When I sat down, I was not feeling sassy. I was feeling a draft. I was feeling grateful that grapes were not on the menu because kids from neighboring tables could have enjoyed a rousing game of butt-crack basketball. Awkward...

So, enough about me, how was your Friday?

Update: Speaking of weight loss (or not), have you tried the new deep fried macaroni and cheese bites from Jack in the Box? They're delightful!