Quarter Century Club

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But then I woke up this morning and just DIDN’T GIVE A SINGLE FUCK.

So what if I don’t have the things I expected to have?  I’m going to spend the rest of my life in pursuit of whatever makes me feel fulfilled.  I’m still young, and I have plenty of time to go and figure myself out.  Plus, I have the best dog in the world, so that has to count for something.

And so the rest of my life begins here: doing something I really enjoy, and doing it all on my own.

I actually wore this outfit to work today as part of the above-mentioned “not giving a fuck” sentiment.  Who was going to stop me from wearing a party skirt to the office?  The answer, of course, is not a single goddamn soul.  I peacocked around the cubicles, feeling extremely adorable.  I went out to lunch in it and felt yet more sensational.  And I’m going to wear it out tonight on a date(?) with a gentleman caller, by which time I hope to have launched myself into the “universally recognized as perfect” phase.

Twenty-five, let’s be best friends.

Necklace: old, Forever 21

Sweater: thrifted

Skirt: Modcloth

Shoes: Modcloth

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I had been trying to brainstorm ideas for places to shoot, and as I drove around town, I realized that there are so many locations I’d never even seen, all right around the corner.  I even came across a vintage train station, but unfortunately I was already a little too chilly to take my tripod over there.

My outfit has almost nothing new to it, and I mean that very literally.  The cardigan and t-shirt were both thrifted, and one of my necklaces–the arrowhead one–was made by my mom’s friend way back in the ’90s.  And those shorts, well, they saw me through college.

It’s important to remind yourself why you picked those clothes all that time ago.  So many times, I find myself getting tired of the clothes I already own and then go off on a shopping expedition.  It’s so unnecessary–all it takes is one or two little things to rejuvenate what you’ve already got.  So yeah, I’ve worn the same shorts-shirt-cardigan combo any number of times, but when you throw a heeled boot at it, it becomes something a little more…oomphy.  In this case, the boots give my legs just that little extra sexiness.  That and all the BodyPump classes I’ve been taking lately.

Necklace 1: gift

Necklace 2: vintage

Cardigan: thrifted

T-shirt: thrifted

Shorts: old, H&M

Tights: Urban Outfitters

Socks: Urban Outfitters (similar)

Boots: Modcloth