My days sometimes have themes. As I'm moseying around, I'll be noticing classes or sorts of things -- odd things people are carrying, how few young women can actually walk in high heels, what people put in their recycling bins, that sort of stuff.
A couple of weeks ago, there was a day when it seemed every other person I saw could be classed as 'mutton dressed as lamb'.
I looked the phrase up. This one refers to older people in general, but most definitions are sexist like this one and refer only to older women.
I find that peculiar. Some of the worst offenders are men, at least to my eye. But then, women are much more sensitive to the charge, I guess.
Here's Linda Grant in the Grauniad obsessing about it last December. (She also has an interesting blog called The Thoughtful Dresser.)
She was looking for a leather jacket and found what she thought was the perfect one.
I wore it for a month until I discovered from veteran fashion writer Sarah Mower in the Daily Telegraph that, in buying my leather jacket, I had unwittingly fallen into the saddest fashion category of all: mutton dressed as lamb. "Everyone past the age of 40 needs a 'mutton monitor'," she wrote.
Grant talked to a couple of fashionistas of a certain age. One, Alexandra Shulman, editor of Vogue, who turned 50 in November, said:
The danger is that you have to tread a middle ground between looking boring and a bit tragic.
Well, if that's the choice, it's a no-brainer for me. I'll take boring.
The people -- of all genders -- with the badly dyed hair, the bold bling, the too-tight-too-revealing-too-with-it clothes just look sad to me.
Ah hell, maybe they think they look fabulous.
Me, I don't think I look fabulous. But then I never aspired to fabulous. I think I look pretty good for my age. And I don't cringe when I look in the mirror.