Someone told me at church this morning that I looked “cute.”
Gawlee, I haven’t heard that word since my hair color was still “natural,” and certainly not to describe myself. Interesting – maybe. But cute? That’s a term I reserve for puppy dogs and grandchildren.
When an older person calls a younger person “cute,” it is a compliment. When a younger person calls an older person “cute,” it’s just plain wrong.
Cute makes me think of knee sox and hair ribbons, both of which I gave up when I got my drivers license.
Cute might have gotten us through our first few decades on the planet, but cute doesn’t age well.
Having said all this, it’s probably preferable to be described as cute than frumpy. I’ll take it, but it wasn’t the look I was going for.