Why should I follow that beat? Pink Floral Chiffon Dress by Yours Clothing

I have just turned 43. I am in my forties, an age that is still widely viewed as the beginning of a woman's decline. 
An age where if she wears anything other than beige capris from Next she is at risk of being called mutton. No longer viewed as fertile and juicy, perhaps even a bit  dried up.Fat, forty, washed up with nothing to look forward to except menopause and tenapads.

Delicious Dynamic Females In Their Forties

I remember in my twenties thinking that anyone in their forties was decrepit, ancient and certainly had no real place in the world of fashion, style or contemporary culture, and yet, and yet here we are. 
The world is bursting at the seams with delicious dynamic females who having plodded along throughout their twenties and thirties are suddenly finding they are a torrent of creative, energy. 

I want more of everything

I know I have never felt so vital. I want more of everything. More colour, more taste, more song, more laughter and my style, well I have never been more sure of what I like and given less of a fuck what others think. Its liberating and intoxicating.
I have finally realised I don't need gang colours, I don't need acceptance to quote Fiona Apple  "Why should I follow that beat being that I'm better than fine"
My clothing is an expression of my artistic freedom, I want every outfit I wear to be like a beautiful postcard from the Tate gallery, a scene from a Fellini film, or a painting by Frida Khalo.

My clothing is an expression of my artistic freedom

Its a lie that the best years of your life are the early ones, a well kept secret that sneaky bitches have been chuckling about for years. Winking to each other in the street wrapped in faux fur, velvet, jewel colours, with chopsticks stuck in our manes and stars in our eyes. We are informed that from an age perspective we are in the  gutter but know that we are actually frolicking in the stars.

We are all of us in the gutter but some of us (in our 40s) are reaching for the stars

Having craved acceptance, worried endlessly about pleasing others and generally subjugated my desires over the needs and expectations of others I finally feel really free. As if an invisible cord has snapped. 
I have navigated the choppy waters of careers,redundancy, bereavement, motherhood, and am here stronger than ever. The scary thing about us women of  a certain age is we know we can survive so other peoples bullshit just can't hurt us anymore. Sure it can dent our armor from time to time but like the Alien in the Sigourney Weaver movies if you draw blood its fucking battery acid and you will come off worst.

I will finish today's post with details of my outfit. Adorning my lionheart  is a sugary sweet confection. I have had my eye on this pink floral chiffon dress £13.50 by Yours clothing ever since I modelled it for them last year. I spied it in the sale and voile here I am defying snow forecasts and demanding spring comes early. the blossom in my garden concurs.My cardigan is from H and M.

Today's petsound is Fiona Apples Waltz song. This song embodies my current state of mind and its glorious.

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JANUARY SALE over at  Nicky Rockets

We need to make room for new Tshirts in 2015, so we are having a MASSIVE sale on 2 of our designs. This years Halloween Tee is now only £5, while the amazing 'Mutiny for her Bounty - You gotta ask before you touch my booty' Tee is an amazing £7. There is limited stock, and they won't be reprinted once they are gone, so come down and grab a bargain -www.nickyrockets.com

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