What hill, you must be thinking? I can see you squinting you know, trying to find it in my jpeg. ( Hint, it is not there..)
The metaphorical hill is my age. I am not over the hill, at 56 and counting ( faster and faster, it seems), but literally ON the hill. Am I too old to wear a tie- dyed peasant skirt? Maybe, but here I stand on the hill, wearing it anyway. I am not over the hill, yet, but standing on the precipice. And I will wear it if I want to.
So should I care that I have I have broken all sort of fashion rules and maxims? Maybe, but I am just too old to care. The beauty of aging, is finding the glorious wiggle room between " the I shoulds" and the " I want" and feeling okay in the gray space the fills the void.
So what if I am wearing a hairstyle that is truly more appropriate in a woman half my age. Change is good. Routine and dogma, not so much. Metallic western style boots with that peasant skirt? Yes, thank you, I think I will.
Actually I do not love the above outfit, without the coat. If I did not wear the coat, I would not wear these gloves. There are boundaries that even I do not cross. They involve decorum. But you can see the skirt best this way, and the gloves, with the bracelet ( Andrianna Shamaris) are not easy to remove in the middle of super fast snap of photos.
I love this silk peasant skirt, it is made in Paris by Artisilk, and was thrifted. My vegan leather vest is from F21. Should I be shopping there still? I say at 5 foot 3 and 92 pounds, yes I should, If the vest fits....
More pics of my heavily eclectic, summer-to- fall ensemble: ( sub sandles for boots, add vest and coat, and deeper lipstick, rinse repeat.)
My three stone ring fits without my ring guards over my gloves! It was purchased at Encore, a designer resale shop on Madison Avenue. The stones are white sapphire, green beryl, and ruby. It is signed, but by whom I can not tell you, not without my reading glasses.. My coat is from a independent ( mom and pop) Upper West side store, purchased two years ago.
My smile is from my on the hill status. I have been climbing this darned hill for decades now. I am at the top, and looking down, and over. ( I have recently lost a brother, a friend, and both parents), so sometimes my smile falters, even at the top of the hill.
I am happily married to the man I wed over 30 years ago. My daughter got a fabulous job three days after she graduated, with the highest honors. My son just got accepted for a doctorate degree at an Ivy League College, on his own merits and with a full stipend. Could I not be happier on my little hill? No, I could not, and I shall wear what I like, and hope that you approve.
In any event, I send my readers, from all over this great world, my affection. To my piers, I know you will understand. To my younger readers, I am fully confident in your potential and respect your growing vision. I am so lucky to see the world through all of your eyes.