To me the leopard print is a frightening development. Don’t get me wrong, I know leopard print has been around for donkey’s years and I really don’t care that it has come back with a big roar this season. Although, maybe I do care because it seems to be dragging me down towards a disastrous end.
Up to my late 20s, when it came to clothes, I hated anything leopardy. It just seemed the most vulgar, ordinary, cheap pattern to me and I would probably rather have gone naked. But during my 30s the barricades softened. Instead of contemptuous I began feeling interested… Could this actually look nice… quirky… maybe even chic? When in Italy I bought myself a pair of horse hide gloves with leopard print and I LOVE them. I actually wanted it to get cold and wintry so I could show off my beautiful gloves.
But now it has gone further. I can’t pass anything with leopard print anymore. When I go shopping my daughter has to physically drag me away from the wild print. ‘Don’t you think that looks nice?’ I ask tentatively. ‘No! It’s just embarrassing!’ she answers. Everyone knows what to think about women over 40 and animal print… I don’t care, I had fashion sense in my 20s. Age means freedom… Grrrr!