As you may recall, Dear Reader, this is the year that I turn 30. Since that’s a ripe subject area…and I’m desperate for the motivation and discipline with which I once found myself…you’re going to hear all about it! Unless, of course, you stop visiting this little ol’ blog here.
(Please don’t leave me. How else will I know love?)
To start this countdown to 30, I’m introducing a series that combines two of my favorite things: music and talking about myself.
I’m trying to get back in the swing of being a moderately productive and creative person, but sometimes swinging is hard. Honestly, I hardly even read blogs these days, let alone come up with something to write for this one.
What do I have to say, really? Is there something in me that people are dying to know or learn? Do I have a half way decent idea left in my over analytic mind?
Here are a few things I can tell you for sure:
You can never recreate a good hair day. It’s all just luck and an accidental use of the perfect amount of hair product. While I know this to be true, I’ll never stop trying to recreate the perfect bun, bang swoop, or side pony that made me feel at least a little bit beautiful. (Have we discussed this before? We’ve probably discussed this before.)
A best friend is one that surprises you. A person with whom conversation starts after eons apart as though you hit pause on a VHS tape. (Also, for the record, best friendship is absolutely a tier, not a single person.)
No one gives a shit about how you look as much as you do. This does not, of course, mean I won’t stop constantly second guessing what I look like at any given moment in time. Especially if there are remotely attractive heterosexual males around. I think I need to start wearing a rubber band on my wrist to snap every time I catch myself treating myself like an asshole.
Game of Thrones is going to ruin my life. I’d tell you exactly why this time, but I don’t want to spoil anything for you. Just trust me on this. RIP [insert major character here].
Some women can wear white jeans. These are the women who can walk elegantly in stilettos. The ones who get home from a long day and don’t find crumbs in their bra. Those bitches who can give themselves a salon-worthy blowout without the professional.
I am not one of those women. I live in the city. I rely on public transportation. I go to work with my hair soaking wet.
But white jeans are so cute! Wear them with a chambray blouse. A bright t-shirt. Flats, heels, gladiator sandals. There are so many options when you don’t fall into the messy girl category like I do.
So, please, ladies. Take pity on me and allow me treat your wardrobe as I treat your romantic lives. That is, an outlet through which I can live vicariously.
Full disclosure: this post does contain affiliate links, but they don’t affect my decision making skills. Cute is cute, y’all.
From top to bottom:
SKINNY: ASOS Curve Ridley Skinny Jean $54| Joe's 'Spotless' Ankle Skinny Jeans $134.25
CROP: DKNY Jeans Soho Skinny Rolled Crop $49.99| Banana Republic Boyfriend Jean $59.99
BOOT: Curvy Beyond The 5 Pocket Jeans $79.50| Emannuelle Slim Bootcut Jeans $178