Old Woman trapped in a (somewhat) young body

My husband has begun to call me an old woman and I am beginning to believe him...not because my body is old but because just about everything else about me is. I crochet and knit, collect and decorate my house with antiques, vintage and otherwise second-hand items, even my clothing is bought at thrift stores. Yesterday I went shopping with a friend and we went to an antique store and a second-hand store, where I promptly became way too excited about a bunch of doilies. It was at this point when I realized that my husband was right...I really am an old woman, but I revel in my old-woman-ness.