Next year I’ll be 30. I guess I should clarify. At the very end of next year I’ll turn 30. Although P seems nervous about his own impending decade-change (we were born 4 months apart), I’m ready. Come on, 30, bring it on!
I am starting to feel like I need to grow up a little bit. I keep saying things like, “Since I’m almost 30 I need…. x, y, or z.” This summer I insisted it was time to get some black sandals with heels. After weeks of searching I found some at the thrift store. I wore them to the farmer’s market one Saturday morning and could barely walk back to the car. I nursed several large, painful blisters for a few days and ultimately decided fashion shoes aren’t for me. I’m back to the predictable and practical: hiking boots and Chaco’s.
My new kick is jewelry. I’ve never, ever been a jewelry person. Well, maybe once, when I was 9 and insisted on getting my ears pierced. But I’ve hardly worn earrings since. I only wear adornments on very special ocassions when I can break out the wedding pearls. But lately, since I’m almost 30, I’ve decided it’s time to pick up a few pairs of earrings and a nice necklace. I’ve shopped around for a few months and ultimately decided on these adorable finds from FreshyFig on Etsy:
So maybe the turtles are a little juvenile, but I couldn’t help it. The other two, I hope, will add a touch of class to my otherwise haphazard style.
I’ve dropped a not-so-subtle birthday hint to P for these cute cloud hoops from maryandjane:
And then I hope that will be the end of my jewelry kick. This is an expensive habit!