Last Thrill and Testament

I had a job where they asked me, why I thought I still had style at my age. After unplugging my oxygen tank and parking my walker said, “Because I’m still breathing?”

I did ponder this though, once my ego settled down. There there, have an Oreo sweetie, you’ll feel better.

My mother was very chic until one day, mysteriously disappeared inside an elastic waistband, like her style went on the lam.

My late friend Jackie, quite a bit older than I was, and one of the chicest women ever, said, “She got tired Susannah. It’s exhausting wiggling into a suit, holding your stomach in like a fat cadet.” (she was very funny)

It wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear, yet it made sense.

But I remember my pal Mimi, tooling through her 80s in her Chanel jacket she’d wear over trim Talbot’s slacks, shiny loafers with braided tassels, gold posts gleaming from her ears. See, that’s how I want to go out, kicking and screaming, clutching the latest Brooks Brothers catalog making sure I didn’t miss anything.

My friend Lisa’s mother is even older than Mimi was, and she blows the doors off the place when she dresses to go out.

Age shouldn’t be an excuse to look like you’ve given up, surrendered to, oh what’s the use, so you can defend that paunch that no longer fits inside your blouse.

So, why do I think I still have style in my twilight years?

Because, despite wrinkles and a hearing aid named Max, I can still turn that occasional head, that’s why, so you can just…

do the Monkey!!! 

You monkey you.  🙂



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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29 Responses to Last Thrill and Testament

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, it does take effort to maintain yourself and I sometimes feel like I’m just tired of the rigamarole. But then I think about that boost of self esteem and confidence I get by looking my best. As for clothing, I can’t ever imagine being practical.
    I’m 9 and 15 1/2 years older than my two sisters. I’ve told them repeatedly that when I’m ready for my final viewing they have to sign off on my makeup and hair. No red cheeks and bad bangs for me!

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  2. So funny! I’ve been struggling recently with the “right” amount of makeup and jewelry. When you get older less makeup is better because it settles in the craters they call wrinkles. At least the industry has made less obtrusive elastic waists (they call them yoga pants, how quaint!). My bestie from my youth had a gorgeous mother but I never saw her in anything but oversized sweat suits. In pastels. Yikes! Sometimes you do give up!

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  3. This was a glorious post, title and all!

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  4. E says:

    You crack me up. Brilliant title and it was fun hearing more about your dear friend Mimi who I know you miss. I promise to think of her the next time I’m considering drowning in elastic waistband pants.

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  5. robprice59 says:

    Still turning a head is incentive enough. When you feel ignored, it’s harder to get motivated.
    Good piece Susannah.

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  6. Rubenstein, Hal says:

    Excellent response !


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  7. I L O V E this post! If we don’t give a shit about ourselves how can we expect others too? A little lipstick and a fab jacket can go a long way.
    That photo is one of my absolute favorites!


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