"too old and not old enough"

Re: Emily's recent post, "plans"  . . . "too old and not old enough" to wear ribbons on two pig tails or two cheerful braids . . . I'm thinking of my young delight in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane and garish older women with inappropriate clothes (too flappy, too slutty, too homely) and brash voices and an appealing kind of simmering rage and loud orange-y lipstick. 

. . . I'm interested in and appalled at the way that my late-mid-40s have produced in me a previously unthinkable interest in elegant, plain, clothes, simple colors. A thought here for how Annie Ernaux, who, in her diary about sleeping with a married Russian spy and trying anal sex for the first time, mentions her insatiable desire for the purchasing of lovely blouses and skirts--all part of the affair. Young me was all drunken Bette Davis and Hammer movies and Grey Gardens and waiting for that old lady time to come like the way that one might revisit an old memory over and over. Current me is not. Current me wants nice fitting shirts and black jeans and to somehow emote an affect both mute and stylish. Maybe linen for the summer. Simple gold earrings. A haircut that flatters my emerging jowls.

Am in a liminal time? I am too old for my old clothes and not old enough for my old clothes.