changing fashions

I'm pretty sure I've arrived at the that phase of my life known as "old fuddyduddyism."  I'm obviously out of tune with modern fashion trends.  A couple of evenings ago I went to a gallery exhibit with a friend. I debated what to wear and decide on a casual blazer and slacks  (my granddaughter assures me no one calls them slacks anymore but you know what I mean). As I was riding down in the elevator, a young lady got on two floors below me and indicated she wanted to go to the ground floor. I pushed the button and said "OK, we're going to the same place." meaning the ground level. I was going to my car and assumed, at a quick glance, that she was going to do her laundry because she was wearing torn jeans, a long blouse (another antique word) and loose jacket.  Imagine my surprise when I saw her a few minutes later at the gallery.  I realized on a second look that these were artfully torn jeans - same four holes on each leg - and deliberately casual layered tops. I'm sure she was much more "in style" than I was but it just looked sloppy to me. As I said, I guess I'm officially an old fuddy duddy now. Although, if I took scissors and bleach to my oldest pair of jeans maybe I too could be cool.  On second thought, I guess not since my granddaughter, my fashion and everything else critic, tells me I'm too old to even use the word 'cool'.