Fierce at 50 #1

I'm just not ready to pack it up and go to Dowdyland. That's the net. Which has led to such crimes as wearing my son's surfer sweatshirt. He doesn't even surf. After a stern talking to from the good women over at Corporette, I am now musing over how to dress in an unsurrendered but still suitable manner. And by suitable, I mean suitable to my goals. Not to any whispered tut-tut-tuts about what I or anyone else "should" or shouldn't do. It's simple. I have the goal to put death off as long as I can. And as a corollary, since at the end of the day I cannot put it off forever, I would like to forget that reality as much as humanly possible . Second, but perhaps more achievable, I should find a job. Therefore, I need to dress in a way that sends signals of intent, competence, intelligence. Even a little creativity won't hurt. Not too much though, creativity is scary to most corporate cultures.

So.

Fierce at Fifty #1 by High WASP featuring Old Navy jackets

Let me deconstruct. Jeans I believe have long since made the leap into the universal dictionary of fashion. At 50 I need to avoid a too-low cut, as that makes me look as though I haven't noticed that I am 50, indicating that I am either very unintelligent or disturbed. Holes are a problem. But these boyfriend jeans are fine. And comfortable too, something I prize more and more as I age. The earrings and necklace, as I have said, High WASPs don't think of jewelery as an accessory. It's more like family. Corporette found me the jacket, and it's cheap and washable. Critical for something I might wear to the market. Since I am prone to brushing up against strawberries, and other things that leave mysterious stains. The bag - good, simple, no visible logo. I can't help that it's expensive. That is the way of the world. The shoes, now there even at 50 you can get a little fierce. A little mischievous. These I found via nitrolicious. That's also how I know they are fierce. And finally, makeup. At 50, my lips are fading in my face, almost as though the fog has me already. And my favorite book, How Not To Look Old (well no actually that's Disgrace by Coetzee, but my favorite in the area of beauty) says wear pink lipstick over 40. Who am I to question?