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Daily Looks for Women Over 50

If you love daily looks for women over 50 that blend polish with practicality, you’re in the right place. Updated three times a week, my Daily Looks series shares real outfits I actually wear—classic, not boring style that proves timeless fashion never goes out of style.

If you’ve ever stared into your closet and sighed, “I have nothing to wear,” meet your new secret weapon — the Daily Looks tab on the blog. Every Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, I share outfits snapped between errands, lunches, and walks with Oscar. Think effortless, modern classics.

Sometimes I think of Daily Looks as a living mood board — a snapshot of what’s inspiring me that week. One day it’s corduroy and confidence; the next, a trench coat and a to-do list that doesn’t quit. Fashion is how I mark the rhythm of real life — it tells the story of our seasons, our moods, and our reinvention. That’s probably why writing a novel feels so familiar. I’m still setting the scene, still thinking about how the details — the clothes, the moments — reveal who we really are. And speaking of stories, keep reading for a sneak peek from my upcoming romantic-suspense novel (In)Sincere Motives — you’ll see exactly what I mean when I say grit and glamour make the best pairing.

And for all my petite readers, Kelly joins in with her own take on Tuesday — same polish, just perfectly proportioned for smaller frames.

But style isn’t only about the clothes. Each afternoon, we share short reads on beauty, wellness, and home décor, from skincare must-haves to cozy interiors. One of our favorites right now? 👉 The Fall Eyeshadow Palettes Everyone’s Talking About

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What I Wore

Look 1: Green + Navy Done Right

A polished color pairing that always works — apple-green cardigan, navy corduroys, and patent pumps. Texture adds instant sophistication to casual pieces.

Look 2: Trench Coat Season

A crisp navy sweater layered over a button-down and finished with a checked trench — the definition of effortless chic.

Look 3: Denim Midi + Stripes

The denim skirt renaissance continues. I love pairing a striped shirt with a camel sweater tossed over the shoulders — lived-in preppy polish at its best.

Look 4: Pink + Olive + Black

A lesson in layering unexpected color: pink, green, and black. A mix of softness and structure that works every time.

Look 5: Teddy Texture

This teddy coat is everything right now — cozy, chic, and the perfect chocolate hue. I love it with denim and leopard mules for that soft-meets-statement balance.

Look 6: Pop of Cherry

Whimsical without losing sophistication — a cherry-embroidered sweater, pink accessories, and that subtle wink of fun.

Look 7: Kelly’s Petite Pick

Kelly keeps it relaxed yet refined in cargo pants, white sneakers, and a denim blazer — easy weekend style for petites.

Style Finds & Inspiration

If you’re ready to refresh your wardrobe, don’t miss:

• Ann Taylor Friends & Family Sale

And the YouTube Fall Lookbook:

💌 What’s Next in the Writer’s Room

A quick note for my second-round beta readers — thank you for your patience! I’ll be sending the manuscript this week with a few questions to guide your feedback. If anyone else wants to join the next round, please email me at beth@styleatacertainage.com.

I’m this close to sending out my query letters and finding an agent — fingers crossed for 2026! In the meantime, here’s an excerpt from Chapter 1:

Claire appeared at her elbow, steering her toward the door.“Smile, wave, exit stage left before anyone gets clever. And for the love of God, no improvising.”

Reggie almost laughed. Claire was seven inches shorter and still managed to manhandle her like a linebacker. That was Claire in a nutshell: quick wit, quicker elbows. NASA had fired her for asking too many inconvenient questions. Reggie had hired her for the same reason.

Through the glass doors, they watched the gathering storm. Children’s Memorial had turned into a media circus: four TV trucks, a dozen tabloid reporters, local journos, hundreds of fans, and paparazzi in full plume. Vultures, really. Circling.

“Deep breath,” Claire murmured. “Let’s toss those buzzards some scraps.”

The sliding doors hissed open. Reggie stepped into a frenzy wrapped in sunlight. Flashbulbs popped like machine-gun fire, the kind reserved for scandal or sainthood. One hand shielded her eyes while the other rummaged through her quilted handbag. Smile first, footing second. The smile came easily, but her bright blue eyes always betrayed her. No matter how seasoned she was, a flicker of wariness surfaced whenever celebrity photographers hovered. She rarely appeared without her Gucci sunglasses—her armor against the world. Her fingers closed on them now. Breathing steadied. Face composed. She slipped them into place, her slick blond ponytail catching the sunlight as she gave the crowd a practiced wave.

When a long lens lunged too close, Claire clamped onto Reggie’s elbow and steered her down the steps, expertly dodging a teenage fan waving pen and paper like a drowning swimmer.

They were on a tight schedule, and Claire didn’t just manage time; she ruled it—one glance at her watch, two fingers in the air.

“We stop at the base of the stairs,” Claire called over the swell of voices. “Two, maybe three softball questions. Then your statement. Then we disappear.”

Reggie nodded, eyeing a perky blonde from WGN checking her reflection in the camera monitor. Tongue swipe, hair flip, teeth like a Colgate ad.

As Reggie breezed past, the mic shot up. “Reggie!” the blonde shrieked. “Tell us, what’s it like working with Miles Kelley?”

Of course. That would be the first question. What else would they lead with?

Miles. Hollywood’s box office royalty with ten hits and a rotating cast of ingenues hanging on his arm.

She stole a glance at her co-star, who held court as if he were born for it. All ease. All charm. All Miles. Hair swept back, black fitted shirt, worn-in jeans, Frye boots scuffed just enough to look real, not styled. Hollywood knew how to costume a man. Miles never needed the help. Even while he smiled for the cameras, she caught him scanning the crowd. A flicker of tension ran beneath the charm, the look of a man who never forgot where the exits were.

Something about him made her pulse skip. They’d met months ago at a rooftop meet and greet North by Northwest producer Valerie Scott had orchestrated in New York. Part team bonding, part PR stunt. Reggie arrived late, jet-lagged, and half-tempted to ghost the whole thing.

But then she saw him.

Miles Kelley. Propped against the bar like it was built for him. Sleeves rolled. Glass of bourbon in hand. Relaxed. Watchful. The kind of man who didn’t need to chase attention; he absorbed it.

Their eyes met. No grand gesture. Just a flicker of recognition, like two magnets noticing the pull.

The spark had been immediate. Tucked beneath pleasantries and film jargon, it was there. Undeniable. She told herself it was just part of the job. Chemistry on set. Nothing more.

And yet… here it was. Still humming. Still dangerous.

Claire had spotted it, too. “He’s the kind of trouble that smiles while he ruins you,” she’d warned behind a champagne flute. “Just look at him, for God’s sake.”

At the sound of his name, Miles turned, offered a tight smile, one dark brow lifted, directed solely at her. All six foot two of lean, coiled energy. For half a second, the charm dropped. His eyes went flat, measuring. Then it was back—the smile, the warmth—as if she’d imagined it.

She swallowed. Hard. Like her body knew what her brain wasn’t ready to admit.

His gaze slid past her linen sheath as if it were camouflage and landed on the truth beneath. Not the movie star. The woman. Real.

Heat crept up her neck. Get it together, Cavanaugh.

She leaned into the mic, summoning her publicist’s favorite mantra: We use the media. They don’t use us.

Reggie was a pro. Not her first rodeo. She smiled like she meant it.

“According to People magazine,” she said sweetly, “I’m working with the sexiest man alive. And I have to agree — he’s not exactly hard on the eyes.”

The crowd chuckled. Solid start.

She knew Miles thought the title was ridiculous. Dubious, he’d called it more than once. He was Hollywood’s leading man on paper, but in truth? He’d rather be on his seventy-acre spread near the Boundary Waters in northern Minnesota than anywhere near a red carpet.

A fellow Midwesterner. She hadn’t missed that detail.

She glanced back. Still amused. Still watching. But now? Measuring. He gave her a slight nod of approval.

Not that she needed it. Thank you very much.

“Reggie!” a Tribune reporter called out. “How does it feel to be back in Chicago?”

Reggie laughed, tossing her head back. “Still my kind of town,” she said, and meant it.

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Beth’s Style Tip: Don’t overthink it. Great style is about showing up — and yes, comfy corduroys and a killer cardigan absolutely count.

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