Inspired by the never ending stream of 'mutton' and 'is this age appropriate' threads that keep popping up on here.
I understand, truly I do, how easy it is to succumb to this crap, how you're just ambling along dressing like you've always done and then BAM!!! you stumble unwittingly into a mutton thread and begin to doubt your entire wardrobe. It's effing insidious, so it would be nice to begin an anti-mutton thread, where we can challenge this muck-heap of ingrained self doubt and kick it to the other side of never.
I will turn 40 in a few weeks, and although my appearance/style has altered (slowly and naturally, I suppose) over time, I have no intention of outright banning anything from my wardrobe once the big 40 has come and gone. I doubt I'll be buying a pair of denim hotpants (never my thing anyway) but my legs are staying visible, my hair is gonna keep growing, and I will shop wherever the fuck I want.
Anyone with me?
Here are a few of those dubious rules that both puzzle and infuriate me:
- Cut your hair (yes, was the fashionable thing to do when my grandmother turned 40).
- Don't wear mini skirts.
- You can't experiment with style, you are supposed to have already cracked it.
- Choose between face and arse (oh fuck off do).
- Don't wear it if you were wearing it first time around: so that pretty much excludes everything, including flares, skinnies, mini's, midi's, ankle boots, tall boots, peacoats, trench coats, and frigging knitted hats.
- At your age you have to buy quality items which will assist you in looking less haggard (possibly the biggest pile of shite I have read so far). It is true that I personally prefer classic, higher quality, well cut clothing, but it ain't going to make me appear any goddamn younger. Just a tad wealthier, so let's be honest.
- You can't frequent the likes of H&M or Topshop: OK. Try and stop me. I will reserve the right to pick and mix, whether it's Topshop, Great Plains or Isabel Marant.
There are many more 'rules' so please feel free to add and dissect them.
I think that the most crucial issue here is that these assumptions suggest that to be over a certain age renders one as somehow 'lesser' or wanting. Youth is a life stage, it isn't any more or less more beautiful or perfect than middle age. Who decides at what age I am supposed to feel less valued? Why should I pine for what has gone? I actually like myself now.
Not only this, but if you prefer to opt out and not give a shite you are then labelled mumsy or frumpy. Mindboggling.
This lady inspires me:
la-mariniere.tumblr.com/post/73176570094/linda-rodin-just-discovered-so-many-wonderful