No Rules Just Fun Dressing Up At 50 Something!

                                 "No Rules, Just Fun, Dressing Up, Showing Up, and Loving Every FUNKY Minute!"

Is style fun anymore or has it become copy and paste? I may have lost my touch when it comes to living life and dressing up just for me. Honestly, are they even separate things anymore? Or is it just one big mix of doing what feels good, piecing together my life and my style in a way that makes sense to me? And when I say doing it “right,” I mean living without judgment, without some Pinterest board as my guide, and without some YouTuber telling me how to dress. Can we, as women, just wear what the FUNK we want? If you know then you know:)

The other day, I found myself flipping through magazines at the bookstore and yes, I’m one of those who collects magazines more than books. As a kid, I always gravitated to the pictures more than the words, which is probably why I loved the idea of being a hairstylist. I loved looking at the fashion spreads and hair books, and they eventually guided me to one of my childhood dreams of becoming a hairdresser. Ahhh (The good ole’ days)

I’m almost positive my early years of paging through Jet magazines made me want to be in fashion and beauty. LOL now that I am older I don’t care much anymore. Getting dressed up has become more of a chore.

Back then, it was fun and safe to be creative without judgment. As a stylist, dressing “weird” and trying unique looks was art. It was a form of expression that made me feel alive and a little rebellious. But I look back now and wonder when exactly I traded in that unapologetic freedom for everyone else’s expectations.

Growing up, I wore what my mom put on me, but in my teens, I started experimenting. I didn’t like anything “normal” my mom bought for school or church. I wanted to rip up my clothes, add Elmer’s glue and safety pins, make things weird and new. Yes, the kids in high school laughed, and in my small conservative town, it wasn’t exactly “cool” to dress differently. But it made me happy, and that was all that mattered. Which is why I love creating weird denim bags and shopping secondhand thrift stores. 

Now here I am, 50-something, and I’m realizing that I want to reclaim that part of me. I want to get back to wearing things that light me up even if it don’t “make sense to others around me. Just dressing up with no rules.

POV: Society tells us that as women, we’re supposed to inspire everyone else while we quietly put our own wants and style on the back burner. But why? Why can’t we have our own unique looks, our colorful choices, our styles that scream “us” while we also support everyone around us? Sometimes I only want to dress up or down and go have fun.

Look, I know not everyone can have bright pink hair (but hey, I’m in the arts, so that’s my excuse!). Still, I think we should all be able to express ourselves in ways that light us up from the inside. At 50-something, I’m finally realizing that life isn’t about fitting in or just wearing what society says we should. It’s about being the truest version of myself with no apologies.

These days, I’m not just talking about dressing up, I’m talking about actually living it up in style. What’s the point of just working and doing everything for everyone else if I’m not experiencing all the things that life has to offer? And now that I’m in my 50s, I’m setting out on a new path where work is just part of my life, not the whole thing. I want to wake up every day with something new to look forward to, something that feeds my soul.

But, first I will start with my style. To Be Continued! So, stay tuned for what's coming next in later posts!

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Tangie