Last week I had the privilege of meeting Beryl, a stylish, confident and outgoing woman. Beryl has short blonde hair, wears funky round glasses, and accessorises like a pro. Best of all, Beryl is eighty.
She loves life, and dressing well helps her retain her joie de vivre. She adores people, and will talk to anyone (hence our meeting, as I’m very much the same). I loved her positivity, her loquaciousness, and most of all I loved her sense of style.
Beryl travels, and shops, widely – anything from H&M to high end. She knows how to tie a scarf to best effect, how to wear black (or grey), how to keep it chic and simple. She understands fabric and texture, and how to add interest to any look. Beryl despairs of ‘granny perms’ and implores her older friends and neighbours not to fall into that trap. She told me, ‘I ask them (usually over a glass or two) why they don’t wear their hair differently, why don’t they care about what they wear, why don’t they smile?’
When I met Beryl she was wearing her grey round glasses, a black textured scarf wound tightly around her throat, a black coat and black patent ankle boots. She was carrying a Sonia Rykiel bag, and was searching for the perfect black v-neck for layering, which I helped her find. In turn, she helped me find the perfect grey beret.
Beryl intuitively understands that style is about much more than what you wear – it’s how you present yourself to the world and it reflects how you approach life – and it has absolutely nothing to do with age.