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
I think a person should wear whatever looks good on them, style and age be damned!
I am sure you looked cool!
The word Ageing, in my opinion, is just a synonym for giving up for life itself. We are not ageing. We are just more mature and confident of ourselves. Having finally the time and perhaps even the money to take care of ourselves.
If you next think of having zebra-print, just go for it.
“Thinking young and growing older is no sin, I can play the game of life to win.” Carole King.
And she’s absolutely right.