January is my birthday month. It’s early in, so I’ve already celebrated and am now having thoughts.
As of this birthday, I am solidly and unabashedly in my early-mid-50s, and am now considered an Elder Goth.
This is not a bad thing. While I don’t really feel much different (in my mind), my body – and with it my style – has changed. I’ve always leaned more toward the Victorian Goth look – I love my corsets, full skirts, and boots, and I do feel that style still suits, albeit the corsets are looser or eschewed altogether, depending on my mood. The elaborate draperies of shawls, veils, and cloaks can conceal a myriad of evils. Plus, when one pairs a cloak with a hat/veil/muff combination, how can you not feel at the top of your aesthetic?
There has also been a change in my work wardrobe. I’ve always worn long black skirts, usually paired with high-heeled oxfords and long jackets or long cardigan-style sweaters. That style has changed, but not because of aging. It’s changed due to Covid and the fact that my office has been relocated to home. Now my work attire consists of black yoga pants, no shoes at all, and usually a black t-shirt with something appropriately “me” on it (because I can get away with odd and vaguely inappropriate t-shirts since no one ever sees me except from the shoulders up during Zoom meetings; for instance, today’s shirt features Bela Lugosi as Dracula, with blood dripping down his chin). To be honest, I’m not really looking forward to going back to the office (if that ever happens) not because of the dress code – I like my work wardrobe and have no problems there – but because of the commute. I really like walking down the hall to my office instead of driving into the office. As an Elder Goth, I’ve decided I really like convenience…and I don’t like commutes.
Another thing I’ve embraced – again mostly due to the pandemic – is no longer dyeing my hair. I’ve decided I am going to let it go natural and am eagerly awaiting a long, swirling fall of Werewolf Silver down my back…because I’ve also not been able to cut it due to the pandemic, so why not go all-in with the Witch of the Wood look, right? Plus, silvery-white hair will look exceptional against my black wardrobe. Still…I’m not there yet. I’ve got silver streaks, but not a full-on white mane. Yet. It will come and I will rock it.
And that seems to be the motto of those of us moving into the Elder Goth role now. We have embraced it, and changed the face of aging with it. There are so many more older people showing off their tattoos and their piercings and their silver hair, or going the other way and coloring their hair crayola colors – because those vibrant shades show up well on lighter hair (and gray/silver/white is definitely lighter). Change the wardrobe to be a bit more comfortable with lower heels, looser corsets, but we believe you don’t have to give up your style or your aesthetic just because you’re older now. We’ve always been able to piece together our looks from bits and pieces of more mundane clothing…why stop now when it’s served us so well?
So, I think I am going to enjoy my status as an Elder Goth. I’m already quite good at haughty and aloof, but I probably need to work on majestic and commanding. Maybe it comes when your hair is the proper shade of Werewolf Silver?