There's a colorful old expression favored by cattish biddies. They let it fly when they spy a middle-aged woman sporting the flashy or revealing clothing you'd normally see on a much younger lass.
"Mutton dressed as lamb," the harpies hiss, straightening the seams of their own sensible vestments and clomping away in their Easy Spirit mid-heel wedges.
I confess the phrase has been flitting, uninvited, through my head lately as I get dressed:
Hmm, the miniskirt today? Maybe, Ms. Mutton. Or the skinny jeans and pirate boots? Sounds great, Mutton Mama.
Mutton, if you didn't know, is the meat of old sheep — although the sheep prefer to be called "mature." It's tougher than lamb. It's cheaper. And according to one online cooking site, "Many find it distasteful."
Since tough, cheap, and distasteful describe me and most of my girlfriends — and since, at 42, I just received a heck-yeah birthday gift card to Forever 21 — I have to wonder if I've skidded right over that lamb-to-mutton line without knowing it.