Middle-aged fashion crisis

Posted by Katy Regan at 12:38 on 2 Jul 2009

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It's happened, I am officially elderly. Yesterday, I went shopping for something to wear for the Harper Collins summer party. I found a very nice, short, dark denim dress – a tulip-shaped, strapless number. (Probably mutton dressed as lamb, but as far as I’m concerned,  until I can’t do up my own zip for arthritis in my fingers then I’m getting everything out.)  

I wanted some leggings to go with this dress – I was thinking… little dress, leggings, green peep-toe shoes, I’m so goddamn down with the kids. However, I couldn’t find any leggings and when I asked the sales assistant, the only thing she could come up with were a pair of harem pants.  (Oh yes, I know what they are.  I used to wear them first time around circa 1990 and they looked like you’d accidentally given birth and the baby had dropped between your knees even then…)

Anyway, there were no leggings, NO LEGGINGS to be seen in this entire shop. Typical! The minute I show some interest in a ‘fashion’ garment, it’s out of fashion. Why did nobody tell me?

In case you're wondering, I did eventually find some in another shop (no, it wasn't BHS thank you very much) and I am going to wear them anyway. There you go, you see, another sure sign I am heading towards old age: I don't give a damn what anyone thinks of me. 

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