Is this why women of a Certain Age sometimes dress a bit kookily?
After years of fairly boring dressing due to my total lack of fashion-sense, and fear of Getting It Wrong, I have finally, in my 50s, embraced my love of colour and swishyness.
I have found myself to be one of those women of a Certain Age. And I don't care. I love the freedom of not caring...
Only, I find that I do still care, sort of.
I aim to age both gracefully and disgracefully. After wasting my youth on self-doubt and self-recrimination, I intend to enjoy ageing.
But the habit of worry is too strong. I worry that I will Get It Wrong, that people will think I'm pretending that I'm young and edgy.
This is my kooky. I'm sure it's Marmite: some will love it, some will hate it.