Giving Up The (Trend) Ghost; Eighty Weeks In

I have always loved clothes and fashion. When you were a teen, did you “reinvent” your look every summer to have a bold new style in September? I sure did; some elements I would keep – to this day, I wear silver hoop earrings just like the ones I adopted back in 1989 – and some would change from year to year. I think fondly of the clothes I wore back in my high school years, particularly the babydoll dresses with army boots and the cute little kilts with turtlenecks. Some styles were less cute:

That’s me in grade eight, and it tells you everything you need to know about my style at the time. What can I say, it was the Eighties.

Anyway, I love clothes and September feels like a good time to talk fashion, what with the changing leaves and the crispness in the air. Although, who are we kidding, I live in Calgary, it’s been crisp for a month now. I’m almost fully transitioned to sweaters and scarves, and my fuzzy slippers have made their reappearance after their summer hiatus.

I follow a number of fashion blogs; one of the women is in her thirties, but the rest are over forty, and I do find these blogs both inspirational and aspirational. I love the styling and accessories, I love seeing women express themselves through clothing, but I also find that, with some limited exceptions, these outfits are completely irrelevant to my life. Where are the blogs that have twenty-five different ways to style yoga pants, or what to wear when your only outing is to the grocery store, or what are we doing about jeans these days.

JEANS. I have never been what you might call a particularly trendy person, but over the years I have generally incorporated some current trends into my wardrobe. Until now. I always wondered at what point women just give up on “what’s in style” and go their own way, and I feel like for me, that point is age 46. You see, I am realizing that current trends are completely not appropriate for my body, in particular, JEANS.

On the one hand, nothing dates a person faster than out-of-date jeans; just think about how “Mom jeans” got their name back in the early 2000s, when we were all wearing super-low-rise boot-cut jeans. Women of my generation made fun of those generously-fitting jeans with the nine-inch zippers as our thong panties poked out of our dangerously low-rise, dark-wash boot-cuts, but what we tend not to remember is that we wore those very things ten or fifteen years prior. We wore them with pride, with our cropped tees or tucked-in blousy tops or, possibly least-flatteringly, our gigantically outsized sweaters.

The above photo is from my grade eleven yearbook, taken when I was in rehearsal for the play Buried Child by Sam Shepard. Do you know Buried Child? If so, you may be staring into space wondering how a high school could possibly put on such a play. Looking back I wonder the same thing, and yet it seemed fine to me at the time. Dead babies and incest, themes that are incorporated into every high school production. That seems perfectly reasonable for a bunch of teens. Anyway, I played Shelly.

Remember puffy shirts?

Now, of course, those jeans are stylish, as are boot-cut – but not low-rise, no, waistbands must end just below the ribcage now – and the skinny jeans I have been wearing and loving for the past nine years are emphatically out. Well, maybe not emphatically, but they are on the way.

Empirically, boot-cut jeans are THE most flattering jeans, but I am of the opinion that they look best worn with heels, which is not something that interests me at all anymore. Give me flats or give me death, with very few exceptions. The thing I love about skinny jeans is the ability to wear them with tall boots, tall FLAT boots, which is a look I adore. I don’t want to get rid of my skinny jeans, but are they dating me? Maybe. Do I care? Maybe a little.

Current styles are highlighting the following: high-waisted, looser fit jeans, crop tops, and PADDED SHOULDERS. No, they don’t call them Shoulder Pads, they are Padded Shoulders, as if this is a different thing, as if this is a flattering direction we are going in. I say a big old no to Padded Shoulders, but also to the high-waisted, loose fit jeans and crop tops. As a woman going through perimenopause, my waist is not something I want to draw attention to. I want to smooth things over in that area, not highlight them. This is why I love skinny jeans or leggings with long, drapey sweaters. Crop tops and – as seen above – blazers with Padded Shoulders are not a direction I to which am willing to turn.

I recently purchased, for the first time in at least seven years, a pair of jeans. I was on a mission but when I walked into Bootlegger I just stood there, overwhelmed. It occurred to me, once I set foot in the store, that I was absolutely not the correct demographic for that store and maybe I should just forget the idea altogether. Too late, I was approached by a very lovely young woman by the name of Alexis who asked if she could help me. Honey, you have no idea. I told her I was looking for jeans, and that I usually wore skinnies, but I knew they were out of style, and she immediately interrupted me. “Oh, god. I mean, yes. TikTok says that skinnies are over, but who cares? You should wear what you want! We have tons of skinny jeans.”

Was Alexis some kind of wise oracle? Maybe. You meet the people you need in life. I stared at her as she led me over to the massive piles of jeans, answering her questions as to size and colour. She handed me a few pair with some commentary on their stretchiness or otherwise, the fits she herself preferred, and then I followed her to the change room.

People. There have been a LOT of changes in the past seven (or more?) years when it comes to jeans. The material! It’s stretchy! It’s forgiving! It was a complete revelation to me. The waistline, while not ending near my ribcage, was higher than that of my old jeans and it was so comfortable! They are so comfortable. I love them so much and, as Alexis said, looking at my ballet flats, they go perfectly with your shoes!

I’m happy. I have decided I shall swan into my dotage with no regards to what’s trendy or in-style, I am going to WEAR WHAT I WANT. Thank you, Alexis.

All the styles right now remind me so much of my teen years, and I do have that old adage in my head, that if a person wore it the first time around, they should not wear it the second time. I don’t entirely agree with that – we should ALL wear what we want, there are enough societal rules around women’s bodies and lives, clothes are for fun, not for a grim reminder of the flight of time and the invisibility that accompanies women of a certain age – but also, I kind of do. Maybe I do because I hate the current styles; maybe I’d feel differently if a style returned that I really love, although I am having trouble thinking of any such styles right now. I guess I’ll just stick with twenty-five ways to style yoga pants and leave it at that.

Pandemic Reading

It was a really good week for reading – I went through some incredible titles!

The Hundred Secret Senses. I really liked this book about sisters, fate, and past lives. I do not know much about Chinese history, but the secondary story line deals with the Taiping Revolution, which I have since learned was the bloodiest civil war in history. The main story follows a woman in 1990s San Francisco, and her relationships with her husband and half-sister, but also delves into past lives. It’s a really interesting and well-written book, and it has caused me to research some historical events, which I love. It ended much differently than I thought it would, but it was one of those books that caused me to really think about the people in my life and how people come into your life for a reason. Like Alexis. Ha! Just kidding, kind of.

Secret Daughter. I absolutely loved this book. It was incredible on so many levels, and delicately delved into so many topics: motherhood, family, poverty, fortune, careers, illiteracy, hope. It really focuses on the sacrifices mothers make for their children, but on different levels. A baby girl is left at an orphanage; her mother cannot keep her as she “needs to have a boy” in her culture. As a side note, due to sex-selective abortion, India has 93 females to every 100 males. The baby ends up being adopted by an American couple, both of whom are doctors. The story moves between the two families, and is very heartwrenching. There are so many emotional moments; one, in which the American woman looks at herself in the mirror at age 52, having given up a promising career in pediatrics for one that allowed more scheduling flexibility, but was dismal and dull and poorly paid, and being estranged from her husband and her daughter being far away, well. It’s poignant, is what I’m saying. If ever I have a moment where I think “I need a bigger kitchen” or “We have so much stuff; I need more storage space,” I will endeavor to remember the description of the human desperation in the slums of Mumbai. It’s worthwhile to remember my own privilege when there are fellow humans who are doing everything in their power every day to just have food and shelter, no matter how poor that food and shelter is. Anyway, I want to read everything by this author now.

Anxious People. Backman is hit and miss for me and I am often wary of books that are surrounded by a lot of “buzz” but this? This was incredible. Such a witty, intricate, wise book about compassion, empathy, and how we are all connected. It’s a lesson that we never know the whole of anyone’s story. “…that was why you should always be nice to other people, even idiots, because you never know how heavy their burden is.” It seems to start funny and light and just grows deeper and more complex as it goes. This was exactly the book I needed to read right now. It’s just wonderful on every level.

Have a great week, everyone! Enjoy your own foray into fall! xo