This week my world was rocked by some fashion news: puffer jackets are for middle-aged people. That’s according to my friend Candice Collins, who is such a force to be reckoned with that most of her friends refer to her by both names.
Candice Collins is a mum of four kids and knows a lot of stuff, such as the best lunchbox to buy and what to do when my kids have nits. We all need that friend. She is kind and smart, but the kicker is the fact she still cares about her appearance.
Candice Collins wore leopard high heels to the school swimming carnival. Boom! Time stood still as she strode across the poolside in those fabulous heels to rush goggles to one of her daughters. I looked down at my Converse sneakers and thought, I am getting old.
This puts Candice Collins into a category I am a little in awe of, but also makes me feel a little resigned to the fact my best years are behind me when it comes to rocking certain fashion. I need to get drunk with Candice Collins and ask if she wears Spanx knickers. I would rather eat chopped liver than wear Spanx. Or high heels for that matter. My poor husband. I have started wearing Ugg boots to the school drop-off every morning. And no bra. This not walking into the school grounds rule (thanks to COVID) has to have some benefits.
Anyway, we were on the footy field sideline on the weekend and I told Candice Collins I am obsessed with puffer jackets. The nurse replied to me, “Yeah so am I and I think that makes us old or at least middle-aged.”
My mind was spinning and I started to think of all my friends who wear puffer jackets. I do not think any are under 30 and many are over 50. This is not old I realise, as I nudge this age, but it was a slap in the face to think I have become obsessed with an item of clothing that dates me.
Are puffer jackets really for old people? Are puffer jackets daggy? I think they are the ultimate, as it is like wrapping my body in a big pillow with pockets that I can shove full of all my comfort items including lollies and lip balm.
I have started searching for young trendy things sporting a puffer jacket in the shopping centres. They are proving elusive. I now need my reading glasses pretty much all the time and this ages me. I cannot have the kids talking while I am trying to find a car park. My mum used to do that and I would sit rolling my eyes. I drink tea and eat fruit cake on a good night. I wear sensible flat shoes and I always carry a water bottle with me.
So if you spot a young thing (not a toddler) in their twenties or thirties wearing a puffer jacket, let me know. In the meantime, I will just be happy doing my crossword and drinking my sherry on a Friday night.