is that you can afford to buy and wear these shoes ( hereafter lovingly known as the French whore shoes)
and honestly not give a rats ass, because these are beautiful shoes. Sure I have more gray hair than ever, and my belly roll is a bit more stubborn than I would like. And Yes, I now have a skin care "regime" which involves toner and creams and special "royal jelly" for my under eye skin.
But - when you get out of your car in Montreal and a truck driver AND a cab driver stop so you can cross mid street while you are wearing these shoes?
Your late 30's hotness is assured. The mojo may be a bit older, but it isn't gone.