more thoughts on fashion

I’ve been thinking more about jeans in the last few days (primarily because I think I need a new pair, that fit well and look good and are comfortable and don’t fall off, and don’t have pretend faded patches everywhere, and that are the same length as my legs and don’t cost a fortune, and won’t stretch out of shape in the first wear) and I realized – I’m getting a little too old for some of the silly fashionable things now. Diamonte pocket pictures, and the like. I was reading an article recently about these 30 somethings that refuse to grow up, and keep dressing and acting like teenagers, and I wondered, am I becoming one of them? (I’m not actually in my 30s yet, but I’m fretting in advance, just getting in early to make sure I’m prepared).

What distinguishes a 30 something who enjoys life and is playful and joyous and accepting of their age, but refusing to settle down and conform to societal norms… and the 30 something that can’t see that they’re not 15 anymore, and kids are laughing at in the street.

Why do I even care? How many years has it been since I gave a damn about what a teenager thought of me? (other than the one or two teenagers I actually consider friends, who are the last people who would judge someone for wearing something that was “too young”). Where does teen fashion stop and adult fashion begin?

One of the examples in the article was a 15 year old laughing because the mother of one of her classmates wore tights and short shorts to pick her daughter up from school, and at the time I thought “yeah, that’s wrong” but seriously, what on earth am I talking about? If she thinks that’s funky and comfortable, there’s no reason she shouldn’t be wearing it. The whole idea is ridiculous.

So my final thoughts on the subject – wear whatever the hell you like. I don’t care – knock yourself out. If you’re comfortable, and you think you look good, yay for you. Oh, but if any of my beautiful friends happen to ever see me wearing jeans with diamontes on the pockets, please kick me, HARD. Not because I’m too old for them, but because they’re simply bloody awful!

Still yours in fashion,

Liv