I mentioned the other day that I've just had a birthday. I'll admit that I've reached an age where I wish that would stop happening. It's funny, suddenly finding after being "young" for one's whole life, that perhaps you're not anymore? It's a strange disconnect because inside you feel the same. Perhaps it is a bit more amplified for me with my life choices, being single and childless (quite by choice), there is nothing that makes me feel older. I suspect that the responsiblity of parenthood certainly changes one's perspectives.
So with fashion, I'm pretty much in the same place I've always been. (except I admitted to wearing flats to/from work, something I'd never have done in my 20s) Skinny jeans, leggings, mini skirts, crazy tall boots, booties, torn jeans, boyfriend shorts, a dash of leopard... these are all fun fashion things that I participate in. Is that wrong? Am I going to wake up one day and see a Nicolette Sheridan in the mirror or Mariah Carey? (I guess I'd rather be Nicolette since at least she has the body for the inappropriate clothes she tends to wear)
For example, goodness, this is SO a don't. A skinny little 20-something could get away with this without looking like a sl*t. But this just does not work, at all.
It's an interesting dilemma. Something to think about... well really I'm not that old... yet. I've always tended to mix trendy items with classics so I think I'm okay...
Harper's Bazaar has the section in each issue where they show items for dressing your age - 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s and beyond. I find there is usuallys stuff in every section that I would wear. I think the key is how you mix it and remembering what is appropriate for your body. As unfair as it may seem to some, I think you can stretch more youthful looks into older age when you are thin... things still look the way they're supposed to (or not - case in point above).
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