I’ll admit it, I’m not one of those girls that gets all giggly about her birthday and wants to celebrate it for a month. I’m just not. Past the age of 11, I was over birthdays and parties. I didn’t even have a sweet sixteen because I couldn’t care less. Sue me. I do, however, enjoy presents because why not? Believe it or not, I haven’t really put a whole lot of thought into what I want this year mostly because I’ve been dealing with some serious life malarky which is super annoying.
jennifer zeuner ring // karen walker sunnies (for the paparazzi) // marc by marc jacobs crossbody (for weekends) // steve madden sandals (because NYC eats your nice shoes) // a juicer (to be more healthy) // tory burch bag (so I look respectable)
A bit of a random list, I suppose but I can’t think of too many things that I want. Especially since I won’t really be requiring clothing other than loungewear for the month of July. So far, I’m definitely on the fence about my 29th year. Something seems so ominous about 30 looming around the corner. I’ve always had a thing with 30. Mostly because 30 comes with a lot of those “well, you’re 30 now…” type scenarios. You know what I’m talking about, you’ve seen the movies and TV shows that have given me this complex.
But I’m hoping that 29 is a bit more kind to me than 28. Not that 28 was terrible, but it surely had a lot of ups and downs that I could do without. Amiright?
What’s on your birthday list?