by Ms Meta of MetaFootNotes
ByJane read my recent Dr. Martens blogpost, and challenged me to take a broader look at fashion for older — and often, um, broader — women. HA! Like I have anything original to say about THAT. Just try googling the topic and you’ll find endless screens of advice. A few selections:
Fabulous After Forty is one of many sites that referenced Tim Gunn’s famous recommendations to Oprah: “Women in their ’40s should always try to avoid horizontal stripes, jackets that hit at mid-thigh, pleated pants, double-breasted blazers, Capri-length pants and low-rise jeans.” GUILTY. I like Tim, but I’ve got all six items in my closet, and they’re some of my favorite pieces. (The horizontal stripes are especially thin and tasteful, so I DO know better than to walk about looking like a barber pole, thank you. And, trust me, you’d rather see me in capris than in shorts!)
Fashion writer Carol Midgely in an article in the Times Online, also disagrees with Tim. “I do not wish to pick holes, but surely there are more pressing image issues these days for the middle-aged woman than a three-quarter-length pant,” says Midgely, who is more concerned about midlifers in kiddie cartoon tees and the “chummy mummies” who try to outdo their tarted-up daughters in the fishnets-and-miniskirts scene.
London Telegraph fashionista Sarah Mower got FLAMED for a recent article advising middle-aged women to resist the temptation to dress like their offspring. “I am going to be 56 and do not intend to disappear!” stormed one reader. But Mower refused to back down:
Pretending to be 10 or 20 years younger than you are always shows. When it becomes truly desperate, people will catch their breath at the sight of you, only to let it out as a laugh behind your back. So all I was saying was this: dressing “younger” can actually make you look older, and absurd with it, so don’t get caught out by accident… I don’t care how skinny you are, or how toned your body: when the face-age doesn’t match the dress-age, you look silly.
Even the men have something to say about it. (Watch out for those comb-overs, gentlemen!)
If you have teen-aged or young adult children hanging out at home, expect regular critiques, or at least lots of eye-rolling, at your pathetic attempts at being fabulous. Even significant others can join in the chorus, although I admit The Spouse, who is rather sparing with his criticism, has saved me from repeating a few style disasters.
So, what’s a girl to do? Dress not-to-offend, or throw caution to the wind? Totter around on those six-inch heels, or break out the Hush Puppies? Compete with our daughters, or (GASP! CHOKE! WHEEZE!) turn into our mothers?
Oh, calm down, and stay away from the Comments button for a minute. I realize the issue isn’t as polarized as all that. I know I begged the question by writing that Dr. Martens post, but the real reason why I bought those boots is that, once I tried them on, I didn’t want to take them off, which is the ultimate shoe test for me. They were COMFORTABLE. Conversely, I don’t wear short skirts because I continually feel like I need to pull them down in the back. They are NOT COMFORTABLE. And push-up bras or little thongs? PLEASE. They feel more like mini-straitjackets and butt-floss.
Do you see where I’m going with this? While I like pretty clothes and cute shoes as much as the next girl, I’ve reached an age when I’m no longer willing to be a slave to fashion if it HURTS. But I also love my swingy black leather jacket, and I don’t understand why something so basic and so easy to wear as leather would be inappropriate for a woman of a certain age or size, as some stylists maintain.
Given our history, this indecision is to be expected. Over the decades, we baby boomers have been a huge target for marketers and media gurus (or wanna-bes). We’ve been shouted at and ridiculed and coddled and profiled to the point that we often question our own judgment and look to “experts” for advice, when we are really our own best experts on ourselves.
I think it’s time to reject the tyranny of a fashion scene that often seems best suited for prepubescent boys (which creeps me out, but that’s a subject for another post) and wear what we like, what we think we look good in and what is comfortable.
Throw off those shackles, ladies — unless they happen to be one of those cute Tiffany silver heavy chain necklaces with the monograms which I’m told are best suited for younger women BUT WHICH I’M WEARING RIGHT NOW! HA!



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