I’m willing to bet the person who wrote this secret is under the age of 25. I’d say a better bet would be 21 and under.
I don’t know why, but younger people seem to have some weird misconception that when you turn a certain age your personality and ways of thinking suddenly change. Like, your 28th birthday comes and suddenly you have to give up everything you love and trade it for a stereo typical “tv mom” lifestyle.
There’s no age where you suddenly go into a store and think “Hey, pleated pants with elastic for comfort and beige “SASS” granny shoes would look mighty nice! I’m so and so age now so I guess I better start dressing like this.”
I hate to be a “old fart” and tell you “you’ll understand when you’re older” but seriously… you will. When you’re 30 and you have little 17 year old telling you you shouldn’t wear something because it makes “them” feel uncomfortable you’ll have the maturity to know that this is a “them” issue not a “you” issue.
Someone’s mom helped out with the 2011 Midwest Megameet in Chicago and she looked adorable in a mint and brown sweet/classic outfit of her daughter’s.
I’m 32, deal with it. I’ll stop when I WANT TO STOP!
If my mum wore classic it would be the cutest thing ever.
But yeah, I will race you all to pension age in frills.
32 and no plans to stop. Let’s all get together and buy a Victorian mansion when we retire. One with HUUUUUGE closets.