At 53, I’ve become more obsessed with fashion than I ever have.
I’ve bought five fashion books either print copies or e-books.
I find myself at odds with the target market of forty and older women profiled in a book like The Women’s Wake-up.
That book should be titled Howdy, Dowdy.
I don’t think those drab-color clothes and suited attire are becoming. At least, I wouldn’t be caught dead in those outfits.
The women profiled in these kinds of books are Baby Boomers. I’m not dissing the women themselves. I’m simply astounded that there’s a dichotomy between how I dress and how most older women dress.
It’s most likely because I was born in 1965–the first year of the Generation X cohort.
What a difference one year makes. I align with the Gen X ethic.
This must be why I abhor acting, thinking, dressing, and living in a one-size-fits-all monochromatic fashion.
My kind of mid-life crisis has involved going shopping: for clothes and a man.
I browse the J.Crew and Banana Republic websites because they have Petite clothes. I look for coupon codes or items sold at a reduced price.
Each of us has the right to do what gives us joy. We shouldn’t be made to feel guilty or ashamed for liking whatever gives us joy.
Do men who blather on about their cars or gym routines get the kind of grief women are given for expressing our love of fashion?
At mid-life women shouldn’t give up on ourselves. We should embrace our individuality. We should live and think outside the book.
We should honor the unique facets of our personality, which experts now think isn’t fixed and can change over the years.
Lucinda Chambers is quoted in Know Your Style: “I think great style is individuality with confidence.” I recommend you buy this book. It’s a treasure trove of information.
In the next blog entry I’m going to give a list of beauty and fashion books that have been like bibles to me at this time in my older life.
I’m 53 and have become a rebel in my older years. A rebel who dresses in chic clothes.
Perhaps you understand what it’s like to live your life left of the dial?
Do you also fear living a monochromatic life?
Yes I say: wear an olive suit if that’s your thing. Wear beige if that would make you happy.
I simply need color. I don’t look alive out there in an ivory sweater.
I don’t follow rules that don’t make sense.
Women, start your engines: today is the day to live boldly.
The highway of life is calling.
Burn rubber, because the past has ended.
Listen to the Paula Cole song “The Road to Me” from the 1990s.
The open road beckons at mid-life.