Marciano dress, Zara jacket, Fendi sunglasses, Guess shoes
My birthday is next week, which will officially usher me out of my mid-thirties and into my late-thirties, which in my mind is just a countdown to forty, which is basically a decade of worrying about how much more your skin and body will sag by the time you're fifty. So, it's kind of a big deal. But what I've noticed is that my mid-life crisis has made me WAY more fun now than I ever was when I was younger. For example, all the girls at the Las Vegas pool are complimenting me on my go-to pool ensemble--leather bikini and five inch lucite heels , I cried like a baby when I touched a Backstreet Boy, and I just got huge gold hoop earrings that say "bitch" on them because why not? I mean sure, I feel old and withered but damn I'm having blast. Also, I happen to like old guys who drive Lambos wearing polos and boat shoes. They're still in a Lambo. So, my new mantra is "you're 37, not 27 so act like it and embrace your inner mid-life crisis and let your ass hang out of all your dresses!" #wordstoliveby #notdeadyet
The M Jewelers earrings
