Against my better judgement I watched Gok Wan's show last night, that is I watched it until he asked a couple of girls what they thought of their friend's style and they replied that she wore clothes that were "too young" for her. For feck's sake, she was 33 years old, hardly elderly, is it? If I were her I'd swap the frumpy beige pleated skirt and cardigan they dressed her in and exchange them for a new set of friends.
If it isn't beautiful young women wondering if they're too old for shorts and bare arms, it's women slagging off the over-forties for daring to show their knees and wear their hair long. What is it with this age thing? Dress in what you like without the incessant navel gazing and pontificating, it doesn't matter what size, shape or age you are, if it makes you feel good just do it.
We're only here once, enjoy life and sod the critics, you're a long time dead.
With that I'm taking my almost 45 year-old hot pant clad arse off to the pub for a mid-week drink.
|1960s Jeff Banks W1 label blouse and velvet hot pants (both car boot sale finds), crochet shawl (jumble sale), 1960s patent & suede knee boots (Kerrang's K-Boot Sale), antique carpet bag (inherited)|
See you very soon.