I'm very late to this amazing thread. Lisa, I am sorry the "I hate my wardrobe" mood hit you, but glad for all these insightful, thoughtful comments, which I am going to bookmark for the next time the mood hits me-- which is likely to be tomorrow! I don't know about you, but I *always* find the transitional seasons tricky. I get all excited about the beautiful new things in the shops, but either I don't buy them, or don't buy the right complement to make a proper outfit, or do buy them but don't get to wear them because the weather won't cooperate, or I don't seem to have the right occasion. So, lo and behold, partway into the season, I end up in a dressing room, hot and sticky and feeling blah in my worst sweater while some young SA looks at me dubiously as if to suggest I need my head examined. Yeah. I have been there, too.
Winnipeg and Kingston transitional seasons tend to be so short, you know? And the clothes are the best!! I love love love spring clothes (but typically have all of about 2 weeks a year to wear them) and love love love love autumn (as distinct from winter) clothes...and typically have about 3 weeks to wear them. Does this ring a bell at all? There's a reason you have such a fantastic coat wardrobe, my friend. You are smart!!
Anyway. The advice you got sounds right on to me. (Light neutrals! texture and shine! consignment shops...with realistic expectations of that...and especially local designers -- great idea, Liz!!) But especially Angie's advice to accept yourself. Accept that you are a mood dresser (what's wrong with that? Aren't we all, to some extent?) Accept (maybe) that a teeny tiny wardrobe isn't for you? (In our climate, maybe what counts as "small" is different than what counts as small in a climate that stays the same all year?) Accept your own "commanding beauty" (gorgeous phrase, Viv!) and go with what makes you happy, as Angie said.
I suspect what appeals in that blogger is the appearance of energy and happiness. She's vibrant, yet she is making no secret of her age; she's energetic without being young. And she's having fun. Fun seems to have been in awfully short supply for a lot of us this past year, alas...for many reasons both personal and more general. Of course it appeals! No wonder!
Maybe the word "transition" is also relevant here. Somehow...for me, anyway, at this age...it seems harder to inject a sense of fun without looking like the dreaded "mutton dressed as lamb"....or a docent lady. Not that I have anything against docent ladies. But that kind of "arty" style doesn't feel authentic to everyone and it certainly doesn't strike me as your style.
Also, I suspect we all have days like the one that got you writing this post. I certainly do. Days when I think, if I have to wear that pair of jeans and sweater one more time, I'm going to scream. Sometimes that means it's time for a style evolution. And sometimes it means that I need a new pair of earrings, a haircut, or a good brisk walk to knock the cobwebs out of my head!