wearing vintage I. Magnin jumpsuit via What Poppy Wants, vintage necklace
Don't think its really necessary to offer up some kind of treatise on aging and turning the big 3-0 because I'm not the first person to reach the milestone and I haven't done that much aging yet. Luckily, I'm not terribly age-phobic, and thus reaching this somewhat arbitrary touchpoint between "adulthood" and Adulthood isn't much more frightening than changing the side I part my hair. Nonetheless, the 30th birthday, through social construct, biology, or a combination of both, seems to loom large in the minds of most twentysomethings. I keep getting asked, 'Do you feel older?' 'Can you believe you're 30?' to which I say, 'I always feel older than I was yesterday,' and 'yes.' I also like to remind people that the alternative to getting older is...not getting older. And no one wants to be dead!
Anyway, long story short I wore the most magical item in my closet out on my birthday and it in no way inhibited me from doing high kicks because it is a JUMPSUIT. So I did high kicks all night and wore plastic animal noses, because sometimes getting older is cause for a little regressive behavior.