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Since when did dressing in your thirties become so hard?

I’m having a crisis. It’s not life threatening, but it’s pretty serious: I’m going to a party on Saturday and I don’t know what to wear.

I have nothing to wear

I’m not going to pretend that this isn’t a regular occurrence for me – I don’t know anyone who doesn’t open their vast wardrobe up prior to an event and exclaim that they have NOTHING to wear. But something is different this time and it’s making me cry, because it’s my age.

Now, I know I’m a being a drama queen about this, but bear with me a minute while I explain myself …

I’m pretty lucky in that like the rest of my family, I look a lot younger than my years, but I’m about to hit my mid-thirties and for the first time in my life, I am actually questioning whether how I dress is age-appropriate.

Let me just be clear here, I do not dress like a teenager and equally, I’m not about to start busting out the twin set and pearls; but I am thinking harder, maybe even too much about what I wear these days. Is this normal? I’m a lover of fashion and tend to be influenced by people I see out on the street, rather than what a magazine tells me I should be wearing, but should I care? What’s the protocol here?

Maybe I should take a leaf out of my friend Lucy’s book. Her mantra is this:

I will continue to dress how I dress, until somebody tells me I shouldn’t.

Sounds pretty good to me.

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