The Glamour Commander

This morning on the way to work I thought about me, turning twenty-eight. How I love my new head tattoo and my edgy, trademark style. Then, I thought about my boyfriend’s comments on a Parisian socialite’s daughter that we viewed on a blog. She is twenty-three. I, an admirer of her Mom’s work, proudly showed him the woman’s daughter. “She looks old,” he said and walked into the other room.

After his blunt remark, I stared closely at the screen. I stared closely at the screen as if she might look younger, if I looked hard enough. 

So back to this morning. I though about this twenty-three year old girl who has this fabulous life and hangs with all of the who’s-who’s in Paris. Did she dress like that to appear more mature? Did she not feel twenty-three? Was she conservative?

I though about how a teenage daughter or concerned friend will ask their loved one to dress their age. But what about younger women? Why aren’t people encouraging them to dress as a twenty-three year old should? 

Everyone has a right to their personal style; I know this. But are we that much in a rush to be thirty that we can’t where a mini skirt or show a bit of skin? I think that young women should dress their age, and experiment before they become that embarrassing Mom with a crop top and mini skirt at the PTA meeting.

Your Kate Spade and Tory Burch moments will come young ladies, but please wear bodycons, super tight leather pants and bra tops under blazers while you can!