Susan celebrated the high holy day for her people by freezing her ass off in the street watching the St. Paddy's Day parade. 
The whole town turns out for this beloved public procession; adorable toddlers with grandparents, teenagers with cigarettes, and forty somethings in push up bras, boots and green feathers.

Girls, Susan understands that you're tethered between youth and oblivion, but you've got to get a hold of yourselves.

Susan remembers the shock of being in her forties...but I used to be in my thirties! she'd explain. No one cared.

It took a little while but she ended up really liking her forties; she went from being a depressed stay at home mom to a frustrated working mom, she discovered a secret stash of confidence and learned how to dress properly.

Color, proportion, neckline, hemline in that order.


Meg at the Members Lounge said...

I now live in the land of bedazzled clothes, and it's my fervent wish I could issue fashion citations all day long.

The Zadge said...

And *never* any leather on the lower half.

Where the Fur Flies said...

I always had to follow the six inch rule. Necklines couldn't be further than 6" from my chin, and hem lines had to be more than 6"from my hooha.

I am with the Zadge as well, except for boots. Women are never too old for boots.