Along with other Baby Boomers, I had no expectations of growing up or growing old. But, one can’t pretend that the indecency of ageing has not been visited upon us. We (especially the guys) look ridiculous in reprised Biba dresses, rock-chick gear or kaftans. Those days have gone.
Recently, I disposed of a leather motorbike jacket which for years I had been pushing up and down the wardrobe rail, but never taking out for a ride (on a bus). I thought, you know what, I can’t carry that off any more. The pinched face collared in a brooding black leather looked pathetic. What that face needs is something flattering, colour-endowing and softening. Not a fucking leather-biker-chick jacket. So, I gave it to a 15-year old Goth.
My purge resulted, also, in the last of my nostalgia stilettos taking a walk. I don’t say it’s slippers for me, but anything toe-mangling and/or balance-disturbing is out. And, don’t get me going on arch supports…
1 comment:
Hey, what's wrong with kaftans? I've just bought one! Or are you saying that flabby old folk shouldn't wear them 'cos they're a dead giveaway, like wearing a paper bag over your head?
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