My mother's sexual awakening hit me by surprise in her mid to late 80s!! She fell in love with her ambulette driver who reminded her of my father as a young man. Her orthopedic oxfords and tight bun hairdo were no longer acceptable. She insisted on wearing "Mary Jane" pumps (could not find any in her size!!), "sweeping bangs", and insisted on dabbing on 'Ciara' perfume (on body parts too personal to elaborate on) from a toxic bottle she refused to throw away from the 70's. I am the daughter of a Tallulah! Can anyone relate?