Target cardi (this chevron one would be fun!), tank and shoes; Zara jeans; Coach clutch (similar); gifted Curious Creatures locket.
P.S. This is my real hair, 30 seconds after dying it too dark. Thoughts?
Do you ever laugh when you are behind a man at the grocery store and all he buys is Mountain Dew and a can of Pringles?
I was at Winn Dixie grocery shopping this weekend (by myself, mind you…squeeeee!) and got into a conversation with the checkout girl (who turned 18 the day before) and the super cute bagger boy (only 17…look away, Meagan!) We we were trying to determine what the best age was. You know, the age where everything was great and you can’t think of anything to change it to make it better? I have a couple of thoughts on which was best for me, then I want you to tell me was the best for you. Deal?
Nineteen: Oh, this was a fun year. I was a sophomore at Keene State and newly pledged into a sorority. I lived in the sorority house on campus and all we did was have fun, trade clothes and go to parties. (Okay Dad, I went to class, too. Sometimes. Tee hee.) I met my husband that year and we were friends that whole year and all I remember is being carefree and having the time of my life.
Twenty Six: This year I was married, but didn’t have kids yet. We lived in Miami and had the most amazing group of friends and every weekend we did fun things together. Dinners out, mani/pedi dates, Ladies Night’s out dancing at cheesy martini bars, you get the drill. Every holiday was an opportunity to get dressed up, have theme parties and just enjoy life. I was a teacher then and we had that really fun dual income/no kids thing going on where money wasn’t that much of a worry.
Twenty seven and Twenty eight: I became a mother two years in a row and they made my life. Love my babes.
Thirty two: My current age! Every year since I’ve reached thirty has improved immeasurably. The self image issues of my twenties have (mostly) gone away and I am much more confident in myself. My marriage keeps getting better and better due to lots of hard work and compromise. We have hit a groove that makes the early years seem so tough! I honestly love where I am, who I am and the people I surround myself with. I am happy to do what I love (stay at home with my kids and publish my blog) and no matter how many fond memories I have of my past, I wouldn’t trade 32 for any other year.
Tell me: what is your favorite year?