Today I wore leopard-print skinny jeans (Top Shop, to die for), leopard-print shoes and scarf. And a white shirt.
“You still have the courage to wear leopard print?” asked a male colleague of a similar age to me.
“He thinks I’m too old to wear leopard-print,” I told another colleague as he left the room.
“Just ignore him,” she said.
“Maybe I am too old to wear leopard print.”
“Too old? With those legs? Don’t be silly.”
Last week in London my friend Annika and I behaved like teenagers, getting drunk and giggling. This week Demi Moore, who is even older than I am, posted pictures of herself on Twitter in her bathroom wearing nothing but skimpy underwear.
I have decided that ageing is not compulsory and that I am going to ignore it for the moment. I will not be posting semi-naked pictures of myself on Twitter or even Facebook. But I will wear my leopard-print skinny jeans for a while to come….
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2010