As for me, I specifically wore hot pink for my 50th birthday dinner at Manta Restaurant, Wooloomooloo (Colette Dinnigan chiffon hot pink blouse with black velvet hot pants and Wolford faux garter hosiery - pictured above with friends Rachel G, Bronwyn S, JoAnne W and Gillian E).
I have worn hot pink on many occasions since then, and challenge Michelle to justify her exhortation that I (and all my sisters) should stop. What she really meant was she herself did not want to wear hot pink, or more likely she could not wear hot pink. Though never having seen this woman, my guess is that she never suited hot pink at all, so it would be no surprise that at 50 nothing had changed.
I am no clairvoyant, but have a strong gut feeling that Michelle has a complexion totally unsuited to hot pink, whereas I have olive skin.
My tabou colours are salmon pink, baby pink, light grey and khaki.
That kind of prohibitive talk does make me cross, as a reaction to what I perceive is a form of shame or shaming. I reject the shaming of 50 year old women who dare to wear HOT PINK.
PINK AND PROUD
At school reunion, in Carla Zampatti satin glam bomber jacket ( with Sandra, Alison and Lisa)
Attending Karl's graduation, Cambridge, in YSL Rive Gauche pink wool suit over black chiffon blouse with pussy bow, topped by mohair cape.
(P.S. Michelle, I also do plunging necklines and bikinis, although the latter can be a bit scary. I am emboldened to do so because my husband says "one pieces are for women who have given up"!)