When is a Woman Too Old For Hello Kitty?….NEVER.

The answer really is, NEVER, but today I came to the sad realization that I just haven’t had the same whimsical feeling for Hello Kitty that I had for most of my life.

I like looking at Hello Kitty.  I like going into the Sanrio store, maybe I’ll even buy an HK pen or some bubble gum…stickers, totally fine.  I just had a revelation today that I don’t want to own a HK wallet, or baby t…I don’t even think I want one of those cute mini fridges they make, or a pink microwave.  I don’t know why I feel this way…maybe it’s part of being in my 30’s and being drawn to other things.

I hope this won’t offend anyone that I know who is obsessed with Hello Kitty.  I especially respect those who are so committed to her and Sanrio that they have Hello Kitty tattoos.

Today as I found myself looking at the adult glam version of a HK makeup line, I just cringed, I don’t think I’d feel right putting on blush with an HK Kabuki brush anymore.

Once I saw Hello Kitty dressed as a Playmate…I felt weird.  So did my sister Tipper.  Yes, we were in Las Vegas, and I understand the marketing there…but it’s almost like seeing a 13 year old in a thong…it’s just offsetting.

I understand having ONE Hello Kitty nail, but this is too much…

I don’t think this is fake…this bridezilla must REALLY LOVE Hello Kitty…then again, I cannot imagine someone cruel and demanding getting married in such an innocent dress.

NO!

Even though I feel that I’ve outgrown wearing you and the Twinstars as a part of my wardrobe, I will always have a special place for you in my heart Hello Kitty…I don’t love you any less.

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