Midlife fashion is a difficult nut to crack, as is midlife grooming. For example, I was heading out in the rain yesterday and found my coat was broken. I’m rubbish at fixing anything so threw it on the floor in a fit of mild annoyance.
I didn’t mind too much as I knew I had a spare. I’m good like that. Upstairs I went, rummaged around in my wardrobe for two nanoseconds, and pulled out my trusty red Sprayway. Some time ago I had filed this away as a “not a favourite, but would do in an emergency” coat.
Old clothes still work – but they might not be trendy
I was quite happy until I started thinking about it. The coat I was wearing was from 1998, bought for a skiing trip.
I even had the matching fleece. Twenty two years later and here I was thinking how good I, and it, looked. In my mind the coat was still new. Certainly it had aged better me into middle age. For a start it had two working arms and a hood that still functioned. I was more battered – have I told you about my hip?
This made me twitchy on several counts. Not that I aspire to be trendy, but wearing twenty two year old coats obviously means I’m not in touch with the latest fashions. Or maybe they’ve been and gone and come back again so I’m actually on trend. I thought it had happened with tracksuit bottoms, but apparently (according to my kids) I just ended up looking a slob. Oh, and “tracky bottoms” wasn’t a cool term to be using.
The other thing that occurred to me was that anything I buy today could be with me quite happily into my seventies. It made me question what I am buying. Should I jump straight to cardigans and slippers, and ditch hoodies, branded t-shirts and jeans? Should I go back to a shirt and tie like my dad, who only ditched his tie when he passed 70? Comfy shoes? Well I was buying those already.
Anyway, the point is I felt I was crossing a divide. Firmly in middle age, I was happy to resurrect working, slightly used items, even if they no longer matched the world around me. It seemed to me that for us blokes there are some big midlife fashion decisions to make. And I don’t know the answers.
5 major midlife fashion decisions for men
- Tucking in? T-shirts and shirts – should these be tucked in or left untucked. The untucked look is certainly good for those sporting a true beer belly, but I have no idea what’s good etiquette. I tend to tuck, partly as my shirts look like dresses otherwise.
- Hoodies? Now I like a hoodie, but more for its practical combination of summer and winter wear. That said, I do seem to be in a minority of 1 with this. I’ve been told they’re a sign of midlife crisis, but during a good midlife crisis you don’t give a f**k.
- Trainers? Or shoes? Or boots? I have no idea, but comfort is king. That said, should the trainers be branded (Hi-tec?). A friend of mine wouldn’t be seen dead in trainers, even if he’s playing sport, but then he’s probably leapt straight to old duffer status.
- Jackets? I’ve noticed a trend in middle aged men to wear blazers when they go out. I have bought them in the hope they make me like George Clooney, but they don’t. I just look like someone caught between the twilight hours of work and home.
- Jeans or trousers? Again, I’ve noticed that light blue jeans are usually worn by middle aged men when they’re gardening. Going out and they move to dark blue or black. So when should you wear chinos?
At least we men no longer have to worry about ties. Most of mine (apart from a couple of interview ones) have been consigned to the charity shop, where they’ll probably become some new sex toy in a 50 Shades of Grey type of way. Well, so my imagination tells me anyway. Maybe I should take up writing erotic stories using old work ties as the theme.
And the answer for middle aged men is? You’ll be wrong whatever you decide.
So I have lots of questions, but no clear answers. If I could wear a suit like George Clooney I would. However I end up a rumpled mess. If I could carry off the young trendy sporty bloke thing I would. However I end up looking like a teenage kid with wrinkles. Jeans? I look like some overweight cowboy, or someone who got lost in M&S and grabbed the first thing they could find.
I think the answer is that midlife fashion has no answer, and you simply have to bluff your way through to cardigans, slippers and a pipe if that takes your fancy. If your kids laugh at you it’s probably wrong, but then again maybe the beauty of middle age is that you don’t need to give a f**k.
All I do know is that if you ever start folding socks, you’ve gone too far.
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