(Image courtesy of Dove)
Last night the family went out to celebrate my Dad's 71st birthday. We all sat about a long scrubbed pub table and caught up on life, houses, grandchildren and dogs.
I found myself looking at my mum more and more. She is always at her happiest when surrounded by all of the people she loves most in the world.
She was wearing a lace top from Irwin & Jordan which only served to soften her face even more and add a gentle brush stroke fragment frame to her neck and shoulders. Her laughter lined green grey eyes sparkled and smiled prettily, her cheeks were flushed, her generous mouth sweetly curved.
My mother doesn't know that she is beautiful. She hasn't a clue. And what's more she's not in the least bit interested. As long as her tomatoes are tended, her dog is walked, the house is ship shape and her family are safe and well then all is right in her world. But she does love wearing pretty clothes and rosy lips and new shoes and her yellow diamond from Dad.
I couldn't help wondering, however, how Irwin & Jordan would feel about a 71 year old lady wearing their designs? Moreover how does anyone in fashion feel about someone less than 35 parading their wares? Why does our industry not acknowledge that women will always love wearing clothes that they love, that they feel lovely in. And that women of all ages, as well as shapes and sizes are beautiful?
I look forward to All Walks and other pioneering groups moving the debate on and allowing all women to be granted their own unique beauty.
In the meantime I will rejoice in my Mum wearing young British designers and looking like the most wonderful woman on earth to me.