Not long ago, I was walking through London. It was a sunny day, I was wearing a vintage summer dress and red shoes with straps, and I was heading to a meeting – so I had applied make-up. My stroll reminded me of a time way back in the late 1990s, when I worked near Oxford Street. But there was one big difference.

Then, I was in my twenties, averagely attractive, and every few minutes, a man would glance at me. They might smile, flirt briefly, comment on my outfit or tell me to cheer up because it might never happen.

This time, at 54, I didn’t attract one single look. I might as well have been wearing a puffa coat and moon-boots, and it was…marvellous.

I know that many women mourn the feeling of invisibility that can come as we get older . A recent poll by the clothes label Klass fou

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