this is 30

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.

my mother, the style icon

my mom is on the far right in every picture, except the bottom one of course

Yes, I know these pictures look like they were taken last week with the "Hefe" filter on Instagram, but they were actually all legitimately taken in the 70's. First when my mom was a Kappa at LSU, and later on when she moved to Paris to be an Au Pair for a year. She looks so young (probably about 21-24) but I remember seeing them as a child and thinking she looked like a grownup. It's funny how your perception of your parents changes as you slowly morph into versions of them at different ages. If you compared my college pictures to my mom's, you'd probably be struck by how similar they are--except my outfits were definitely not this cool. Also, I did more drugs.

Anyhoo, the point of this post (besides lamenting the fact that my mom doesn't have that camel peacoat anymore) is that my mom is still beautiful, still has an enviable closet, and still inspires me every day. Basically, she's the best mom ever.

GIRLS

Top to bottom: Anjelica Huston, Grace Kelly, Jane Fonda, Margeaux Hemingway, Beavis and Butthead, SWINTON, Marilyn, Victoria's Secret catalog from 1979, Patsy Stone from Absolutely Fabulous

Just a little badassness for your Wednesday.

29

what i wore to dinner: vintage dress, Louboutin shoes, TJ Maxx necklace

On Friday I got home from work and found that my car was missing. With a sinking feeling in my chest, I searched the blocks around my apartment, hoping that I'd eventually run into it and think, "duh, I forgot I parked there." Eventually I came to the realization that unless the car had taken itself for a drive, it had indeed been stolen. So I spent the better part of Friday night calling the police, waiting for them to come and take a report, and finally trying to convince them that identifying characteristics of my car--which include Louisiana brake tags and a number of angry liberal bumper stickers--were details worth writing down in their little notebooks. So in short, there's some asshole riding around in my 2000 Nissan Altima with 175,000 miles on it. And the police aren't going to do a goddamn thing except call me if they find it and give me 20 minutes to get to the location to pick it up or they'll charge me $300 to tow it to an impound lot.

Oh, and Friday was also my 29th birthday.

But fret not! In spite of the whole car theft incident, the weekend was awesome. I spent it at the Tonga Room with friends on Saturday and then went to dinner with my parents tonight. I think 29 will actually be a kick-ass year. As soon as I get a new car.

decisions

L to R: fake-ass Balenciaga bag, Forever 21 frilly shirt, Michael by Michael Kors skirt, DKNY tights, H&M shoes, Banana Republic jacket

Club Room vintage boys' blazer, vintage tie neck blouse, Piazza Sempione cropped trousers, vintage saddle bag, Made by Elves booties

J Brand jeans, Made by Elves booties, "Balenciaga" bag, vintage blouse, vintage Hungarian felt vest

I finally decided to enlist the support of a temp agency to find a job. I guess I had avoided it for so long because I know that temp work=administrative work. (In no way do I mean to imply that administrative work is beneath my abilities, I just so happen to dread it.) But desperate times call for desperate measures, and now the only thing left to consider is what to wear to my interview tomorrow, which will likely consist of taking a typing test and filling out a W-9. I can only pray that some kind of temporary position will actually come of it, because I know lots of people who've gone to these types of agencies and never heard anything back! At the very least, I can make sure I look like a million bucks, and then hope that people's inherent urge to judge a book by its cover weighs in more than my lack of experience.

What should I wear???