TGIF! While I’m typing this, I’m already making plans for the weekend. A well deserved weekend if I may say so, since the passed few weeks have been busier than ever. Not complaining though, it’s actually something that makes me function as well as possible. One thing that comes with being to busy: the messy hair. When you see me walking around with my hair in a low bun, you know I’ve been too busy to give it a proper treatment ;)
For now: almost weekend! What are your plans?
Src. via Pinterest: Figtny, LACooletChic, Hellofashionblog, Fashionmenow
What do the outfits above have in common? I’d say they all have the irresistible clean cuts I refuse to get bored of. The perfect shape of a coat or pair of trousers does it for me, and it looks like I’m not the only one. The women above are all rocking their outfits to the max. Do you have a fave?
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Layering up in grandpa-ish layers on this drowsy day at work. Wearing some old faves like these not-so-black-anymore-skinnies, trashed boots and very old coat, because well.. do we really need an excuse to wear your favourite pieces over and over again?
Coat – Mango / Blazer – Monki / Jeans – Mango / Boots – Acne
OH YES, another Monday! This weekend was all about celebrating my 27th birthday. And after lots of people asked me how I feel about ‘almost being 30′ (say what?), I realized that the age 27 is a pretty weird age. Here’s why, some funny – but very true – lines I came across here:
– Saying ‘mid-to-late-twenties’ is awkward and makes you realize our inclination to categorize and generalize our identities has gotten too extreme and specific.
- There’s a reasonably good chance you will meet your untimely death during this year, like all rockstars and uber talented people do.
- And if you don’t die, you’ll wonder if it’s a sign you aren’t talented or accomplished enough.
- 27 is the first year you start getting offended if people don’t card you for booze. First, you were underage and afraid to get carded. Then you turned 21 and it was thrilling. At 24, people stopped asking for your ID as often and that was novel and made you feel mature. By 27, fuck that. You better ask to see my ID or I’m going to assume I look ancient.
- You realize that if you got pregnant/got someone pregnant at this age, not only would your parents not be super pissed at you, they might even be happy.
- People you know are getting pregnant – on purpose. What world is this anyway?
- People start asking you if you think your lover is ‘The One’. Seriously. We’ve been together for more than 9 years.
- You career: really, in all parts of your life, 27 = the start of late 20’s = basically almost 30 = no longer any definition of “kid”. It’s probably time to start figuring out which parts of your life are imperfect as a result of normal trial and error, and which might be you somehow sabotaging yourself.
- You stop pretending you aren’t sabotaging yourself. You recognize that you absolutely sometimes kill good things – jobs, diets, house plants – when you know better. You cease denial of these destructive habits.
- 27 is old enough to feel a real sense of ownership over your adulthood. You’re not 21. This whole “being a grown up thing” isn’t brand new anymore. You’ve been in the game for a while, you have a few years under your belt, and you kinda know some shit. Not a lot, but some.
- But 27 is also still young enough that if you feel like an aimless mess who is totally not satisfied with where your life is at, you can still justifiably blame being ‘young and still figuring shit out’.
- You’ve possibly been out of college for longer than you were in it, and you still catch yourself saying, “Well, I just graduated so…” as an excuse for still having no idea what you’re doing with your life.
- You realize if you are serious about your vague intentions to go to grad school “one day”, that day better happen ASAP before you risk being the oldest person in your program.
- 30 is only 3 years away, much closer than 20, which really does feel like it just happened. 30 is coming, and while 30 is by no means “old”, it makes you think about how quickly your 20s flew by, and if every decade passes as rapidly, before you know it, you will be old. 27 is when you realize that time moves incredibly fast and eventually you are going to die. But you’re still so young that people think you’re insane for talking about “getting old”. It’s like, “No, assholes, I don’t think I am old, or am even close to old, but I’m suddenly aware that it will happen, and it will arrive faster than I thought. Let me have these feelings.”
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