Daughter Leads Mom Follows in Fashion Sync
Stylist Sherrie Mathieson has some advice for fashion-challenged baby boomers: Raid your daughter's closet. Borrow her denim jacket, her cashmere cardigans and maybe a chunky necklace to make things pop.
Daughters, likewise, need a style inheritance from their moms advises Mathieson, a Ridgefield-based costumer to the stars. The smart ones will get a handle on mom's stash of designer bags; borrow her leather driving mocs and her classic trench coat. (If the fit is impeccable, of course).
Mathieson, who has dressed and costumed celebrities for film and television for decades, has taken the role of dressing a challenged community of new clients; baby boomers such as herself.
Women, she says, who are sometimes desperately in need of a style "compass." She is also there to counsel the daughters and nieces who, in turn, may be lacking a stylish mentor.
"Style has run amok," she said. "All you have to do is go to the airport or the mall and see what people are wearing to know that we've lost our way."
In "Steal This Style," her latest book, Mathieson worked with multiple teams of mostly mothers and daughters (the majority from Fairfield County) teaching them how to borrow the best of each other's look in age-appropriate ways.
As a rule, the fashion industry targets the young and hip. And as women move into their 40s -- and out of fashion marketers' viewfinders -- navigating where to shop (Chico's?) and what to buy (embroidered vests?) gets trickier.
But private fashion consultant Sherrie Mathieson thinks 40-plus women have a tendency to pigeonhole themselves -- by overlooking classic wardrobe pieces in favor of fashion clich?s and dismissing clothes they deem "too young" (or trying to pull off looks it takes youth to finesse).
Moms, it?s time to start dressing like your daughters. We?re not suggesting you squeeze into low-rise skinny jeans or miniskirts, but your daughter?s youthful style could do a lot to liven up a stale wardrobe.
By the time we reach midlife, most of us have discovered that fashion history repeats itself. What goes around comes around ? even if we can?t always button it across the middle.
This occurred to me during a visit to the local mall, where I was haunted by the ghosts of my high school wardrobe. Everywhere I looked, there were racks of ruffled gypsy skirts and gossamer peasant blouses; rows of strappy "gladiator" sandals; and stacks of jeans stitched with beads and sequins.
My inner teenage girl desperately wanted to buy everything in sight, including a totally cool military jacket that must have been inspired by Paul Revere and the Raiders. But the voice of common sense ? the voice belonging to my inner middle-aged mom ? told me it was time to shop for something more mature. Something ?age-appropriate.?