I believe I mentioned in the last post that I turned 35 this year. So far turning 35 has not been that terrible. However, I do find saying it out loud to be rather surreal. I also can't stop saying it out loud. "I'm 35. i'm 35. I'M 35. I'M 35!!! Yep, I'm obsessed with the idea, and the more I say it the less I can believe it.
Not to beat a dead horse but turning 35 is weird. I'm sorry but there is just no poetic way to put it. When I was but a mere tween, I used to daydream about the kind of woman I would be when I was 30. 30 was the oldest my tweenaged brain could comprehend!!! Now I am 35, (had to write it one more time), and living a life that is surprisingly not much different than my daydreams.
OK, so I am not a renown photographer for, "National Geographic," magazine. I am also not the first female archaeologist to discover an Egyptian pharaoh's tomb. Alas, I am not a jet setting rock star, or an iconic artist whose works could only be compared to the likes of Frida Kahlo. Huh, thinking back I had rather high expectations for myself. My point is that these daydreams always revolved around the idea that I would someday become a highly creative, always passionate, and very independent woman. If I think about my life goals in these terms I believe I have already achieved them at the considerably early age of 35.
While I have successfully achieved these desirable characteristics, I could kick myself for not embracing a more motivated plan on how to utilize them. Why didn't I attempt to pursue a career involving more of my creative schooling? How come I haven't yet traveled outside of the United States or Canada? Would it have killed me to take a few choir classes, had it allowed me to someday rub elbows with the likes of Mick Jagger? BAH!...those were last season's goals.
Speaking of last season, I feel obligated to relate this rant back to fashion somehow. The purse I am carrying, pictured above, is a Vera Bradley bag that is several seasons old. Much like the goals of my youth, it is so last season. However, I still really like it. Am I supposed to throw away a perfectly good handbag just because it is a little outdated, or can I hang on to these type of things because they make me happy? Maybe it is time for me to take those singing lessons...in Italy...and I am fairly certain Vera Bradley designs luggage.
Sweatshirt: Mossimo Supply Co.
Skirt: Thrifted http://ragstock.com/stores/empire-mall-sioux-falls/
Purse: Vera Bradley
Necklace: Gift made by my mom
Ring: CONTESSA DI CAPRI