I am fast approaching sixty years old. It will be here before I know it. My reading glass strength has to increase every time I turn around. My skin’s elasticity is competing with the elastic around my favorite sweatpants (I know, only around the house) trying to hold it all together. And I’m not sure about what the weather will do except for the full acknowledgement from my elbow pain when it snows.
Just like most, I’m not happy with this slow progression of age. But I don’t see the sense in giving into the pits of despair either. I cringe when I walk into a retail clothing store and all I can see in my department are stretch waistband slacks and embroidered flower blouses. Who buys this stuff? Oh, I know I am no longer into minis and I wouldn’t dare wear a midriff bearing shirt, even at midnight during a power failure. But i love fashion. Give me something to warrant this love.
And something did. Not really something but someone. Someones actually. The women we see almost constantly. Those actresses that appear onscreen The Emma Thompsons, Helen Mirrens, Judi Denches, Sharon Stone, Glenn Close, Susan Sarandon, Diane Keaton, Meryl Streep. And Sally Field. They always (at least when I have seen them on camera) look put together, classic, and gorgeous.
I love movies, and Breaking Bad, The Good Wife, and all things HBO series-wise. And I love The Golden Globes. I’m not really sure if it has anything to do with who get’s what award for this one. I depend on the Oscars and the Directors Guild Awards (DAG) for that. I just love the party atmosphere that goes with this particular awards show. Everyone seems so much more relaxed and not so crazy nervous. Even Harvey Weinstein cut up in this year’s show. The jokes and the frivolity are great but I love the fashion the best. The gowns, the jewelry, even the guys looked stunning in their tuxes and suits (for the most part).
That’s why I adore the aforementioned ladies. I know they can afford much better couture than I can, but that doesn’t mean I can’t attempt to emulate their style. All great creations trickle down to the masses. Target is a great example of great fashion at an affordable price. Sharon Stone created a sensation when she wore a buttoned down white shirt she borrowed form her husband’s closet and paired it with a Vera Wang skirt for the Oscars in 1998.
So, I salute you, mature, wise women of the red carpet. And Emma (Thompson) you were the epitome of elegance, grace, and c’mon-let’s-have-a-good-time fun at the Globes last night. Some say she had too much to drink, some say she was bored. I don’t care. She was wonderful. To take a very expensive pair of shoes off, bring your drink onstage (how many of the other attendees would probably have liked to do the same thing?) and then toss said expensive shoes over your shoulder basically saying “F*** this!” Okay, hear this; that’s how I take my fashion nowadays ladies…I’m older. I have insurance. “F*** this! I’ll wear what I want to wear!
But at the same time I do have a certain style. And it’s not found in the “I’m Not Dead Yet But I Look It” department of any to-blame retail store. But I will find it. I always do. Even if I have to raid my husband’s closet to get it.