Aritzia duster jacket, Citizens of Humanity jeans, Club Monaco top, Fendi Sunglasses, Zara shoes, Svelte Metals cuffs
Since moving officially into my "late" thirties, I've been going through "the change." Not menopause, which is the "it's over change" but the change where I can't go to a bar and look 22 and still be carded like I'm 19. Now I go to a bar, and I look 28 and I'm not carded at all! When did a spicy young gal like me start looking almost thirty. When did I start saying the words "young gal?" I walked into my neighborhood Tender Greens for my weekly salad and the guy told me he didn't recognize me...wait for it...without my baby stroller. Excuse you, I COULD be the baby's young nanny, or her very hip aunt. To top it off, a few months ago I went to Safeway alone, in a silk dress and scrappy sandals and the young college aged bag boy told me "Happy Mother's Day." First of all, how dare you! Second, I was alone and wore scrappy sandals, how can I possibly look old enough to have a child?! I wonder what it was that made me just drip of maturity. Whatever it is, I'm fighting back with my long nails and crazy sunglasses and shorter skirts. Unrelated, please forward to me anything about early phases of becoming a cougar and early mid-life crises. #howcougarsaremade
