A friend of mine has a pet peeve. It annoys me, too. But it annoys her more.
Women wearing clothes that are not age appropriate.
You know the type. The one with kids approaching their teens but they still buy their own clothing in the junior section. Wearing the trendiest of trendy. Ripped jeans. Bikinis. Short shorts. Thongs. Body piercings. Micro mini dresses.
This friend of mine. The one with the pet peeve? She’s not envious. She could rock any of the above styles. She just believes that women should dress their age.
I’ve just never really given the topic much thought. It’s not something I notice unless it’s an in-your-face kind of offense.
When pushed for an opinion, however, I agree with her. I feel embarrassed for the offender. I’m not saying we should all don mom jeans or support hose (does anyone wear hose anymore?). But I don’t shop in the junior department. My jeans ride closer to my waist than my……well, you know what I mean. Bikinis have been replaced with tankinis. And shorts are at a length where everything is in its place. At all times.
I said, shorts.
Because, apparently there is a debate about whether women over 40 (gasp!) should even wear shorts. I came across this article and was aghast. Seriously? I’m going to have to get rid of my entire summer wardrobe. Because, Baby, I’m well over 40. I’m pushing the next decade. And I never gave wearing shorts a second thought. Which got me thinking……what IS age appropriate for me?
I did what I do whenever I’m wondering about something.
I Googled it.
And stumbled upon this article, “Forbidden Fashion For The Over 30s.” I agreed with much of it. Body piercings, super low riding jeans, micro minis. Forbidden.
And then they listed things I don’t think anyone should wear: scrunchies, tube tops and Crocs.
But they also listed things that I’m guilty of wearing (at age almost-50): tie dye, collegiate sweats, and flip flops (but not all at the same time, of course.)
What is appropriate fashion for my age? What can I still rock and what should I drop?
I admire the Helen Mirrens, Diane Keatons and Christie Brinkleys of the world.
They exude style and class. No one questions what they wear out the door. (Except Mr. Blackwell, of course) They look put together. Fabulous. And can you believe Christie Brinkley is pushing 60?
But I don’t have a private stylist that helps me choose what I should wear and stops me when I try to leave the house in something that I shouldn’t.
After Googling and reading and scanning countless pictures I’ve come to only one conclusion: If it feels comfortable, if it looks at least somewhat put together, if it is properly cleaned and mended and ironed and covers the important bits – who gives a flying flip what I wear out the door? I’m going to be comfortable. I’m going to feel good when I put something on. And it will be age-appropriate because I say it is.
No ifs, ands or buts.
Unless, of course, my butt is peeking out of my low rider jeans. Then, please. Stop me. And send me back to change.
Because no one should ever be subjected to that.