It kind of never ceases to amaze me how much of my mother and the thoughts of her generation and the social mores of her time seep into my brain daily. I know how old I am, and I know that I don't feel that age. That's the dilemma of everybody who gets old. Of course there are days where you just say, "Geez. I feel old."
But on the whole, it's hard to believe you have friendships that have lasted 20 or 30 years, right? But when it comes to fashion and facelifts, my mom's opinion rings loud and clear in my head.Yes, I would still like to wear miniskirts and I would still love to go with the bare midriff. In fact, my belly now looks better than it ever did. And of course I see other women do it, but in my brain I think they look ridiculous.
See? I even sound like my mom!
Sometimes when I see these women dressing like 20-year-olds it looks ok. But never do they look any better than ok, and most times they look simply silly! I wonder if they ever looked in the mirror before they left the house...
But it's my business to look "fashionable," and sometimes fashion is just downright silly-looking and pretentious; sometimes it is uplifting and miraculous. So, I force myself to dress fashionable (i.e. younger). Believe me, in doing this, there are days when I cringe walking out the door because I'm not sure "if I should..."
So what am I getting at?
All this musing is leading up to 'The Story of God' premiere. The dress was a dress I wanted to consign to Therealreal.com. They didn't want it. Then I tried to give it to New York Vintage, and they didn't want it! I have never worn it, and I thought somebody, somewhere, would really love this dress and give it a great home. But nobody wanted it. So it ended up back in my closet.
The day of 'The Story of God' premiere, I wasn't sure I was going to go to the premiere, so I hadn't planned with my stylist for a dress - I had an important meeting way uptown. When my meeting ended early that afternoon and I made it home in time to actually get prepared, I had nothing to wear - except that cute little dress that just stared at me from the closet hanger. So I wore it.
I wasn't sure if I should have - I got it in a younger moment of my life. It was cute and had little flowers on the back. But at 55 cute is usually not an option! But I had no choice. So I slipped it on, fingers crossed, that it still fit - which it obviously did.I walked the carpet and didn't feel it was particularly spectacular, or utterly amazing, I was just grateful when the carpet was over! In fact, I didn't even bother to go down to the taped interviews - I just did the photos and escaped.
So...you can imagine my surprise the next day when that dress was the hit of the premiere. I guess there are times when you should not listen to your mother, and times when you should dress young and flirty. Even if you feel those days are behind you. It can be an uplifting experience!
So Mom be dared - go for it and feel GREAT!
What do you think about the way women over 50 dress today? Love to know your thoughts.