On a recent spring shopping spree with my mom, I was reminded of another one of our shopping expeditions. Following is a re-post about that earlier outing.
She stepped out of the taxi, so vibrant, so cute, in her hot pink woolen swing coat. Her lipstick was a perfect match. She opened her vintage black patent leather kiss lock purse to pay the driver. Then she was on the move. She clearly had places to go. It was many years ago, but I still remember that older lady in the bubblegum pink swing coat, and how I thought: I want to be her someday.
Now let me preface this by saying that my mom has not yet reached the age of that older lady in the pink swing coat. She has a way to go yet. But during one of our recent shopping expeditions, the topic of dressing one’s age came up.
Me, I’m of the belief that looking fashionable has no age limit. My mother, however, was concerned that the pair of dress pants she was trying on were not exactly age appropriate for her. “Are they too trendy?” she wanted to know.
Forget that we were shopping in a store that caters to women of a certain age.
“No,” I asserted. “They fit you like a glove – and you look great.”
She shrugged, “I don’t know…”
“Do you like these pants?” I asked, “Will you enjoy wearing them?” and before she could answer, I added, “Then who cares what anybody else thinks.”
I shouldn’t have had to convince her to buy the pants. It’s a shame that we, as women, are always questioning ourselves, especially about our appearance.
As for me, I’m still planning to wear a lively swing coat someday. But I’m not a pink girl. So mine will be red. And with it, I’ll wear lipstick that’s a perfect match.