Tag: fashion over 50

I’m a great believer in investment dressing. When I can afford it. And when a jacket, or pair of pants, or in this case a suit, fits well, is a timeless classic, and makes me feel like a million bucks, …

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about going grey. Or not. There are a myriad of articles on the web these days exhorting women to be proud of their grey or white locks. Or “mature hair” as a stylist’s assistant …

I finally saw the movie Carol a week or so ago. My friend, Elizabeth, and I both loved it. And we decamped to my favourite Indian restaurant to enthuse about it afterward. The acting is superb. I loved Cate Blanchette …

So, here’s the story. I had three parties to attend over the Christmas holidays. And back in December, I thought that maybe if I could find a new top. Kind of festive, a bit dressy, maybe a bit sparkly. Not …

‘Tis the season, folks, for dressing up. But, you know, I find as I get older, I’m not as excited by the prospect of getting dressed up as I used to be when I was in my twenties. Maybe I’m …

I’ve always been crazy for camel. And no I don’t mean this kind of camel. Although he’s pretty cute, in a totally ugly kind of way. We met him the night we took a sunset camel ride in Broome, Australia, …

I still have vintage on my mind these days. I’m still trying to get lots of wear out of my vintage brooches, still pinning them onto my sweaters and blazers before I have to cover them up with a winter …

Every season, it seems, fashion designers and editors and stylists look to the past for inspiration. I have no quarrel with this. None at all. I’m always looking to the past for inspiration, or understanding, or solace. See the vintage …

I’m feeling a bit jaded about fashion blogging these days. Not fashion blogging in general. Just outfit posts. My own outfit posts. And by jaded I mean apathetic, wearied, lacking enthusiasm. Or as Dictionary.com says, “surfeited, satiated by over-indulgence.” That …

In the words of Justin Trudeau our new Prime Minister-designate…”Sunny ways, my friends, sunny ways.” And hopefully for those of us who live in the “great white north,” sunny days as well. I’m going to pause here for a moment …