Taking a good look under the hood
The other day someone emailed me a list of things you should no longer own when you’re in your 40s.
It was mostly clothing. It was also mostly bollocks.
Still I’m happy to say that I no longer have most of the items on the list. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever owned a lot of them. From memory onsies and tracksuits were in there. Along with funny ties and velcro wallets, you get the picture.
Speedos were included and that’s fine since as far back as I can remember I have never been bold enough to squeeze into a pair of these. Not in public anyway.
But the one that troubled me most was the hoodie. It was, in fact, first on the list.
Which has me a bit stuffed since I still own several. In fact I’m wearing one right now.
To say that the hoodie should only be worn by teenagers gives teenagers far too much credit. They are extremely versatile.
If your hair is thinning, and my forehead is a little like the rising tide, then there’s a handy hood to boost your failing thatch at a moment’s notice.
Of course sadly there’s not a hoodie for every occasion. I don’t think anyone’s really successfully passed them off as formal wear and they’re not much chop back to front. But they can handle most things you throw at them.
In my wardrobe they’re only
‘‘To say that the hoodie should only be worn by teenagers gives teenagers far too much credit.’’
outnumbered by tee-shirts and odd socks. And if anything my appreciation of the hoodie has grown with age.
It’s probably not a very grown up wardrobe. I’m not quite full cardigan and corduroy just yet but I do like slip-on shoes because I can put them on without bending over. I wear them while I do the crossword.
Skinny jeans may make me look like a middle-aged lollipop but happily since my legs have all the muscle tone of two drinking straws I feel I can still pull these off. With my white trainers.
So the lesson here is that style is not an organic process as you age. My fashion still makes a statement and that statement is I have no idea.
Style once upon a time was about dressing like the rest of the pack and individuality was not something to aspire to.
Ironically maybe I’ll finally have achieved exactly that when I’m the only one in the retirement village rocking the hoodie and skinny jean combo.
Hangin’ in the hoodie.