When I first joined this forum almost 6 years ago, I may have written about how I was conflicted over given up shorter skirts, and how I could still fit in my daughters' clothes (then my same height) but worried it wasn't quite right. And now here it is, almost 6 years later, we are dealing with family health care crisis with DH's parents (both of them at once). MIL is in her 70s, she has severe dementia, just had to put her into long-term memory care unit a week ago, FIL is in ICU and has been for a few weeks. I don't talk about that stuff here because this is my distraction and place to pretend all is well.
With that background out of the way, recently I cleared out MIL's closet, she was there, we were packing her up to take her to the memory care unit. It was quite emotional day but also had some lovely moments. Bonding over clothes.
MIL has always had the most awesome sense of fashion, and exquisite tastes. As we went through her clothes, it was one gem after another. Interestingly, many of her gems were decades old, but would still work today. Investment pieces that have held up quite well all these years. Many were suddenly on trend now - which we laughed about. Many would be totally current with a tweak or too. And many more were timeless classics.
But when I asked her what she wears now, and needs now, and wants now... her list was very different. She wanted 1) washable 2) comfort 3) forgiving 4) easy.
She's still just as fashionable as ever, and just as dignified, as one can be in such a situation.
I don't know where I'm going with this. It's been an emotional roller coaster lately. I think I personally gravitate towards clothes because I can control it. Or think I can. But yeah our bodies slide, our minds slide, and at some point it's not so much about trendy. It's about comfort and practicality... and favorite happy colors. And simpler things.
And in some way, makes me want to enjoy the next 20+ years wearing whatever I want. Even dry clean only clothes. And who cares if not "age appropriate."
Sorry, I'm rambling on you, IK, p.s. I am 48 going on 100.