It’s a little cheeky of me and my 60+ readers will probably hate me but I’m not going to offer any advice on how to dress well in your sixties. If you want to dress well in your sixies read my How to Dress Well At Age 50 post. The advice is basically the same. When I turn sixty I’m going to dress any damn way I please. I’m going to wear ball gowns in the afternoon and carry a parasol. And I’ll have an old lady purse full of foreign coins and mints. I’ll wear knee high stripy socks with silk and I’ll grow my hair long and it will be wispy and grey. And I’ll wear bows in it. Pink ones.

The inspiration behind this decision came from a poem by Jenny Joseph. From Poems and Poetry.

 When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me,
And I shall spend my pension
on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals,
and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,
And run my stick along the public railings,
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens,
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,
Or only bread and pickles for a week,
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats
and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,
And pay our rent and not swear in the street,
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me
are not too shocked and surprised,
When suddenly I am old
and start to wear purple!

How fabulous to be all wrinkled covered with a thousand stories to tell and wearing a life time collection of fabulous clothes? I want to wear all my jewellery at once with a lace dress and sit in coffee shops reading novels. Oh and I’ll wear fur hats and hundreds of pearl necklaces.

Like this fabulous lady from Hel-Looks


What a fierce looking granny! And even if I don’t need it I’m going to have a walking stick. And maybe one of those big bags on wheels and I’ll cover it in stickers and have flowers in it all the time…

For Nanny and Nanna Smaggle

Love Lady Smaggle

Disclaimer – Parachute tracksuits are never okay. I don’t care how old you are.