Today I'm wearing item #8 (grey A-line skirt) and item #26 (black vintage cardigan.) Let me say right away that I think this is a 10/10. I love this look. I also have to admit that for me this combination is sailing perilously close to being what my family would call a get-up. As in, "Wouldja get a loada that get-up." Or, "What in the sam heck are you got-up for?" The only person in my family who actually sounds like this is my 93 year old Gram-pop, but we tend to employ his vernacular for making these kinds of scathing sideways fashion indictments. As if the hokey accent might mitigate the critique- "Whadda I know from fashion? I'm just a kid from the sticks."
It seems that whenever I question if something I'm wearing on the blog might be just a teensy bit too much- too costumey, too vintagey, too jeune fille, or just trying too hard and slipping across that line into get-up territory- I get comments that exhort me to "Wear it if you love it!" or "Rock it with confidence!" or "Just let your freak flag fly!"
I'm guessing that most of these commenters aren't over 40. Not looking like a nutcase wasn't something I gave much thought to before I turned 40. Suddenly, when I'm summing up what I'd like my style to be, it pops right up. "I'd like to have a look that is striking, eye catching, a bit different, edgy even, but, you know, not like a nutcase." I want to look spectacular with out being a spectacle. I want people to see me and think "Wow!" not "What the heck?" And I find it's hard to push the envelope now I'm in my forties; hard to try for fear of trying too hard, because erring too far on the safe side of the line is boring, but erring too far on the outre side is horrifying. At least to me.
I know there are lots of women my age and older, in blogland and in the real world, who still embrace a bit (or a bunch) of envelope pushing, who don't feel properly done up unless they're getting the side eye from every passerby, for whom too much is not enough. I don't want to give the impression that I'm not all for that, if that's your thing. Frankly, I'm not sure why it isn't my thing anymore. I wore bone fide get-ups all through my teens and my twenties and I could not have cared less about what anyone else might have thought. I do care now. Quite a lot. But I might be my own harshest critic where this is concerned. I'm willing to admit that most people must spend far less time worrying about what I'm wearing than I do. And plenty of people will probably look at this outfit and wonder what I'm on about because it is so far away from their idea of being too much of anything ("It's a black sweater and a grey skirt for gosh sakes, yawn.")
For me, getting older has narrowed the intersection between fun and appropriate to a knife edge. Today I'm dancing along that knife edge with aplomb. You don't have to agree. I feel that I've gotten it exactly right today. Exactly right for me. But I do hope you like it.
Late Edit! Crap. I forgot that I today was Monday and it's a Visible Monday at Not Dead Yet Style. The holidays have me all out of whack. I hate to link as an afterthought but I guess it's less rude than failing to do so at all. Sorry, Patty, I meant no offense.
Late Edit! Crap. I forgot that I today was Monday and it's a Visible Monday at Not Dead Yet Style. The holidays have me all out of whack. I hate to link as an afterthought but I guess it's less rude than failing to do so at all. Sorry, Patty, I meant no offense.