It is true... one of the great things about getting older, is gaining the confidence and freedom to dress how we want. I've always said that I admire women who aren't afraid to express themselves through what they chose to wear. There is something redemptive and freeing in the act of not dressing for others. But.... life is composed on limits, is it not? There are limits to everything, and when it comes to age, I believe we ought to draw a pretty defined line on how we want to portray ourselves onto the world. Right?
or just street clowns?
That amount of patterns blows my mind... And is that a garbage bag on her head? And what's with the pinkish chunk of hair and huge glasses?... Nope!
Is 'that' a guy or a gal in the Medieval Viking attire?
Are they members of a gypsy circus?
Why some people crave that amount of attention over themselves it escapes my imagination. Even worse when they're past a certain age. Trying to dress in styles that would be more appropriate for someone much younger it's not even the point here. It is the ridiculousness what baffles me.