I am officially old. I know this because I wear skinny jeans and ankle socks. Then I throw on a cross-body bag. Apparently, all these things are cringe. (IFDKYDK = if you don’t know you don’t know! Cringe = embarrassing)
I love to watch the before and after fashion ideas. Repeatedly I would find myself identifying and liking the before, thinking “I have that EXACT same outfit, I’m so stylish!” Alas…
I thought I would care; I thought I should care! I like to think of myself as aging appropriately, while also being able to fit in with the younger generation. For me, that means that millennials are the cool kids, but I digress.
I decided to get with the times, but I really like my clothes. Also, wasn’t it just last year that my co-worker took me aside and told me that my flared jeans are no longer in fashion and aged me? I listened to her and got rid of all my Lucky jeans and got skinny jeans. Now this same person is telling me to go and get baggy jeans. Oh, wait, that was actually 11 years ago. Oh, shoot, maybe I should get some new clothes.
So I got the baggy pants, and I like them. Unfortunately, I also like baggy sweaters, because I feel that they go better with skinny jeans so here we are. I also feel like my almost 60-year-old legs just don’t need big scrunchy socks with my big squishy Hoka sneakers, so there’s that.
Finally, I forget and leave everything everywhere. If my bag is not attached to my body, who knows where it’ll end up. BTW, I also need my list in my cross body bag to tell me where I’m going next. The younger generation has absolutely no idea how resourceful we are with our out-of-date accessories.
The point of this story? I’m not sure there is one. I do know that when I dress for how I feel instead of waiting for somebody telling me how I should look, I feel better. After my month-long “big pants experiment,” when I put my skinny jeans back on, I felt like myself again. I felt lighter and happier and all kinds of cozy in my big sweatshirt. Maybe that’s the point of life in general, to feel good, to feel like ourselves – ankle socks and all.
