It’s amazing how once you become aware, you really start to notice–and appreciate– our modish elders. Instead of being invisible and ignored, they are taking to the streets and kicking up their heels (and well shod boots).
My mother in law was one of those gorgeous grand dames. She was a hot ticket straight till she died at 92 and never left the house without being ardently accessorized. I inherited her sharp black leather jacket and feel like a modish motorcycle moll whenever I wear it.
Please let me know of more fashion blogs devoted to great dames & gents. Just seeing their pix is inspiring. I may even grab a scarf from my closet and drape it insouciantly like a french fashion plate or une femme d’un certain age!