I Can Pull It Off

For the past 30 odd years, the world of fashion has seemed to me like an exotic far away place. There are many new styles that I wouldn't want to wear even if I could. Maybe it's because I already went through those fads in the 70's and 80's. When I do find beautiful clothes, they are dismissed with a wistful, "I could never wear that, ...maybe if I had bigger breasts, smaller calfs, less flabby arms, etc."  Well, I'm tired of dressing so that no one will notice me. That gorgeous colorful dress was made for me. I want to wear that beautiful scarf, and those amazing shoes. It stands to reason that if a particular look appeals to me, than it must be suited to me. Expressing one's self with style should hardly be reserved for teenagers. I am going to follow in the footsteps of my niece who, just last week, bought herself a stunning wig with dark spiral curls and wore it to her high school the very next day. That hair transformed her and she was glowing from the minute she tried it on. How revolutionary, how brave, and how perfectly congruous! I'm getting on board with the philosophy of the Red Hat Society, inspired by the words of Jenny Joseph's poem 'Warning', "When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple, with a red hat that doesn't go and doesn't suit me." To hell with what's vogue, elegant, or classy, -I want to feel fabulous. I just ask to be judged by the expression on my face, and not the clothes on my back. That will suit me fine.