Thirty years on... I am married, I have four children, I was President of a PTA, owned and drove a mini-van for several years and I just might qualify as a some version of the woman of the world I wanted to be due to our expat lifestyle. Small town...I dream of it...somewhere in Maine. I threw in a career into the mix before we started travelling twelve years ago and haven't looked back. I count my blessings everyday.
Where is this all going? My wardrobe. We evolve, I get that. Our tastes change, our shapes change..I get that. Some of us reinvent ourselves several times as we move through our 30's, 40's. 50's and beyond.. I get that...but I am stumped. I open my Pinterest 'Style Notes' board every now and again and laugh. I wonder if I am living the wardrobe or dreaming the wardrobe or is it a little bit of both? I wonder if I am showing my age, I must as I love hanging out on my 'Style Notes' pinboard...I feel 'cool' when I do. The fact that I just said that would be enough for my kids to say that I am most definitely showing my age. But that's ok...
I use to dream of Africa and safari style clothes...I still do.
Lauren Hutton was my style guru...she still is.
Jeans, T-shirts, over sized men's shirts,
Katharine Hepburn style... it all still works for me.
But every now and again,
I just want to be dazzled...
and funky bling..
I would like to stride around town
wearing groovy glasses...
and throw on an outrageously expensive
but beautiful Naeem Khan coat.
Yes and Yes.
Purple Paisley Palazzo Pants?
Without a doubt!
You do not want to get me started...
all this fashion talk is starting to make me giddy.
I often wonder what my sixteen year old self
would think of my fifty something self. :)
Has your style changed over the years?
Do you ever yearn for a walk on the wild side?
On that note, I will leave you with this thought.
Thanks for following me on my Style journey.
I think I just avoided an identity crisis..
or maybe I am having one..
Ah...the joys of life.