It seems to me that up to this past decade I was far too busy raising kids and maintaining a professional identity to pay a whole lot of attention to my personal “style” (it sounds vaguely preposterous to even suggest it as a consideration), but I’ve found myself hoping in a sort of compensatory way to correct that as I “sage.” My rationale is that 1) a bit of attention to style might divert attention from some of the less-amenable features of my mature(ing) body, and 2) if there was ever a moment that I wouldn’t have to worry I’d be construed as being an “attention ho,” as my children refer to their affection-craving canine sibling, it would be when I was long past the spring chicken phase of my sartorial persona.
Well, when I need inspiration in that regard, I go no further than www.advancedstyle.blogspot.com. The contributors for that blog have an eye for taste as well as that je ne sais quoi (maybe I’m thinking here of élan) which inspires me to make revamping my image my number one priority (right after finishing the yard work I haven’t done since last summer).
Maybe at last I’ll find a good use for my Marguerite Rubel (of San Francisco!) 40s orange velvet evening coat, other than as a wall decoration.