So this is how 36 feels like!
Rewind to a time with “Total Eclipse of the Heart” playing in the back ground… my hair teased as high as our chandelier and even as HARD as our chandelier from half a bottle of Aquanet. I’m wearing spandex cycling shorts, an oversized shirt, a pair of big round and pink plastic earrings, and hand me down high-cut rebooks…
It is that exact same scene that I feel was stolen by that film 13 Going on 30 with Jennifer Garner saying “I want to be thirty and flirty and thriving… thirty and flirty and thriving… thirty and flirty and thriving” (cue magic dust).
In my teens, I was in a mad rush to be older. When I hit my 20’s my sartorial decisions were based on an image of a sophisticated career woman that I wanted to become. As a result I looked awkward trying to dress older than my age. I also (regrettably) piled on tons of make-up.
Fast forward to year 2014, when people go on lunch breaks to get Botox, fillers & collagen injections trying to achieve the zero-age face. I ask myself, why was in a hurry to grow up? Now, I am part of a statistic of women who are keen on hearing all about anti-aging developments. At times, making myself a guinea pig on the latest miracle serum that comes out in the market. Mirror, mirror on the wall… unlike the wicked queen, my vanity subsides and I embrace the fact that 36 is not so bad. Actually, 36 doesn’t feel that much different from 35, or even 30 except for a few lines (okay more than just a few) and a more rounded bottom. Age is just a number right? I use to think people say this to make them selves feel better. Now, I come of age to say, it is true! I feel better now than I did than when I was in my 20’s (although I will not challenge my 20 year old self to a triathlon). I’m talking in the general sense here… think mind and body. I am also making better sartorial decisions compared to myself in my 20’s. Now, I am not dressing to be someone I want to be but I have become someone who has found her own sense of style. Thankfully, my anti-aging experiments don’t translate into my fashion decisions. I still wear rompers though, and run around like a kid especially when I find beautifully manicured places like these… but now the hat I wear is not an just accessory but an actual necessity.
Hearts and cut outs… never looks old!
Wearing my romper from Riverisland, beaten up silver oxfords from Schubar, Hat from Santorini, Greece.