List of Things We are Too Old For*
Baby-doll mini dresses
Anything non-accessory from Urban Outfitters, and most accessories as well
Neon trendy Ray-Ban Sunglasses
Anything glitter
Mary Janes (under most circumstances)
Colorful/over-adorned Barrettes & hair accessories
Items of clothing/accessories with animals on them
Abercrombie & Fitch, Aeropostale, American Eagle Outfitters, Charlotte Russe, Forever 21, etc.
Florescent tights/leggings
Tube Tops or tops that reveal our midriffs
Brightly colored eye makeup
Experimental hair color (ie. blue, pink, orange)
Calling out hungover from beer or hard liquor consumption (wine is borderline, but at least a *bit* more mature)
MTV
Loud bars (Two words: Moderate Volume)
List of Things We May be Too Old for but I Can’t Come to Terms With Yet
Chuck Taylors
List of Things I Used to Hate but Now I Like, Probably Because I’m Getting Old
Lily Pulitzer
Jack Johnson
Ann Taylor (the REAL Ann Taylor, not just the Loft)
*some* Vera Bradley
Stuff that is monogrammed (but only in moderation)
*This list is subject to change. Items may be added at will. Some exceptions may occur due to circumstance.
Showing posts with label Growing Up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Growing Up. Show all posts
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
This Grand Adventure We Call Life: Musings
When I was 26, I went through an inspirational quotation magnets phase. Did you know there was such a thing? I think it typically coincides with the “I’m 16 and nobody understands what I’m going through” phase. I’m probably a late bloomer.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
I’m moving.
And moving, as you may know, just plain sucks.
I’m past the point of meticulous organization and box labeling, and have resorted to throwing all non-breakables into oversized blue Ikea bags. For a moment by my closet I pause. The bedroom is a mess. My shoes are everywhere. It’s déjà vu all over again.
I’ve thought this before. I stood in this very place, looked down at a smiling, earnest face, a man on one knee, holding a ring.
And my initial thought at that moment was this: The bedroom is a mess. My shoes are everywhere. He’s proposing and my shoes are EVERYWHERE.
For the first time in my life I was speechless.
An antique ring in a black velvet box. A man on one knee. Shoes everywhere. Nine months later my heart still flutters at the memory.
Four simple words: Will You Marry Me.
A turning point – I guess this is growing up.
And moving, as you may know, just plain sucks.
I’m past the point of meticulous organization and box labeling, and have resorted to throwing all non-breakables into oversized blue Ikea bags. For a moment by my closet I pause. The bedroom is a mess. My shoes are everywhere. It’s déjà vu all over again.
I’ve thought this before. I stood in this very place, looked down at a smiling, earnest face, a man on one knee, holding a ring.
And my initial thought at that moment was this: The bedroom is a mess. My shoes are everywhere. He’s proposing and my shoes are EVERYWHERE.
For the first time in my life I was speechless.
An antique ring in a black velvet box. A man on one knee. Shoes everywhere. Nine months later my heart still flutters at the memory.
Four simple words: Will You Marry Me.
A turning point – I guess this is growing up.
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