I don't consider myself an especially stylish person, but strangely, I know style when I see it. I can spot a cheap hem from a block away. I know where seams should be. I know what good fabrics are, and more important, what bad fabrics make good people do. (I love the US Weekly feature "When Bad Clothes Happen to Good People.") My good eye always travels, unfortunately, to the most expensive shoes and handbags (my two weaknesses), but I'm not willing to shell out the money to do the right thing. Alas.
I do pride myself on my vintage finds. People often compliment me on something that I purchased for less than $10, which gives me a Jewish-grandmother frisson. It's all about quality materials and good fit. And if you spend money on shoes, you can get away with a lot more.
At any rate, my colleague Tara Murtha does a style blog, which I've mentioned before. She has asked me to contribute before, but I've been afraid. Does being 40 mean I'm no longer stylish -- indeed, if I ever was at all? Does it put me out of the demo, as they say?
There are plenty of people, I know, who read this blog and are over 40. Isn't it interesting how fashion changes? Just a few years ago I wore baby tees. Now? Never. Not because my body has changed, but because it's just ... wrong for someone my age.
Today I took a chance and posted for the first time to the style blog. Wander on over and check it out. It tends to be very quirky. Maybe if this one goes over okay, I'll do more about being a moldy oldy. At 40.
Yasmin Le Bon
I don't consider myself an especially stylish person, but strangely, I know style when I see it. I can spot a cheap hem from a block away. I know where seams should be. I know what good fabrics are, and more important, what bad fabrics make good people do. (I love the US Weekly feature "When Bad Clothes Happen to Good People.") My good eye always travels, unfortunately, to the most expensive shoes and handbags (my two weaknesses), but I'm not willing to shell out the money to do the right thing. Alas.
I do pride myself on my vintage finds. People often compliment me on something that I purchased for less than $10, which gives me a Jewish-grandmother frisson. It's all about quality materials and good fit. And if you spend money on shoes, you can get away with a lot more.
At any rate, my colleague Tara Murtha does a style blog, which I've mentioned before. She has asked me to contribute before, but I've been afraid. Does being 40 mean I'm no longer stylish -- indeed, if I ever was at all? Does it put me out of the demo, as they say?
There are plenty of people, I know, who read this blog and are over 40. Isn't it interesting how fashion changes? Just a few years ago I wore baby tees. Now? Never. Not because my body has changed, but because it's just ... wrong for someone my age.
Today I took a chance and posted for the first time to the style blog. Wander on over and check it out. It tends to be very quirky. Maybe if this one goes over okay, I'll do more about being a moldy oldy. At 40.
Yasmin Le Bon