"She's still fun."
Before Albuquerque, I lived in Los Angeles. I adore that city, but it does make you feel irrelevant as a woman when you get older.
Now I live here, and though I'm called ma'am all the time at my job, I notice a big permission here for older women (I'm 43) to dress as they please, even be encouraged. Whereas in many parts of the country, you'd only be allowed certain lengths, fabrics, etc.
This means:
that I got a tomato orange and black pair of Nikes, and all my male college-aged colleagues lit up when they saw them.
my hairdresser said I should wear a bodycon dress, though I don't know if I could get away with it.
women in their 40s and 50s wear pigtails to work, and no one bats an eye.
black nail polish whenever...
cheapo, thrifted jewelry accepted.
My dream style would be based on Italian urban women, but I like to at least think I pulled a little flamboyance from them. As my wardrobe is now, it's easy to move in, but eclectic, confident--it says: follow me, I can sort of translate the signs that lead to the historical plaza in this foreign country.
I notice I buy a lot of blue lately. Navy is known to be a good color for blondes, but I'm picking up cobalt, Prussian blue, etc. I think I like the jarring quality it has against my pink skin--it doesn't "behave" in a ladylike way the way green or mulberry does...any color associated with my coloring.