You know...one of the posts you write because you know you need to write SOMETHING because it's been two weeks and if you don't post something TODAY, all of your readers will forsake you. (Which is a lie, because my readers are middle-aged women who tend to stick with each other through thick and thin!! That's what's cool about being over fifty!!)
But then I remembered that I was writing about fixing up my wardrobe because I'm tired of dressing like a 78 year-old retired schoolteacher (which I will be in 23 more years, lawd willing and the crick don't rise) and I want to start dressing like I give a crap. (Which I do, when I'm not exhausted.)
I wrote about my closet dilemma after I read Tim Gunn's book (I *heart* him) and now I am reading the Japanese chick's book about tidying up and have come to the conclusion that I need a serious intervention.
Those ideas, plus all the folks who are doing "fashion over fifty" posts lead me to believe that I should care more about my closet.
I took one of the tips from the capsule wardrobe manifesto and began seeing how often I wore certain pieces of clothing and what I tended to gravitate toward. (This started in September.) If I wore something, once it came out of the laundry I hung it on the hanger facing the opposite direction. At the end of September, anything I hadn't worn (that was September-ish), I put on the rack in the basement. If I don't go looking for it in the next two weeks, it gets a ticket out the door.
October's priority is to take those pieces (and the pieces I have yet to drag down from the attic) and put together some appropriate outfits.
Therein lies the dilemma.
I never looked like this.
Sure, I was young and cute once, which is why I keep my sweet DL around--he can remember when I was young and cute. As you get older, it's always good to have a witness who remembers.
(Young and cute. That baby will soon be getting his PhD, if all goes as it should.)
But I'm wondering: what works for formerly cute people? I have always felt like we should just fade into the background and let the new cute people take over.
My daughter (not her real name), the next generation of cute.
This is a problem with which I have wrestled for a very long time. I wrote about it on my old blog (which was on a platform that no longer exists, so that content is gone) in 2011, and I'm STILL wrestling with it. This weekend is full of more rain on top of the half-a-foot we've already had, and I'm going to do some more investigation trying to find that elusive post-cute style.
Lawd willing and the crick don't rise.