I had a birthday yesterday. I can hardly bear to type the age that I turned, but I can say that it rhymes with flirty and frightens me greatly. The years of true youth are behind me! How can I go on??!! However, I am also trying to relish in the fact that I am the-age-that-shall-not-be-named since, GUESS WHAT? At this age nobody can tell me what to do and this pleases me. So, I suppose it's a trade off. The years of smooth skin and fast metabolism traded for the years of I DO WHAT I WANT I"M A FREAKING GROWN UP. And since I do what I want I'll also probably just go ahead and tell people I'm 28 for a little longer. TRY AND STOP ME I"M THIRTY THERE I SAID IT. (Sorry. Birthdays make me capsy.)
Also, speaking of thirty and flirty, THIS top! Am I right? A new fave.
Now go ahead and have a great Wednesday.
ox/Liz
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Top: c/o SheInside
Pants: Kohls (similar)Labels: style