gingham shirt and bag: vintage | cardigan: thrifted | skirt: DIY | shoes: local shop | eyeglasses: Chanel
Is this the part where I lament over the loss of my youth? Because no. I'm not going there. I love birthdays. It reminds me where I am, where I've been and how far I've come from that awkward youth of long ago, trying to find her place in the world.
28 is hardly ancient but I appreciate all the wisdom that comes with it. So let me just take this opportunity to write into words my gratitude for the maker who made my existence a reality, the parents who reared me and loves me unconditionally, the siblings who infuriated me but stuck with me through thick and thin anyway, my special someone who makes even the worst days of my life bearable, the friends who put up with my social ineptitude, the cousins who I draw inspiration from when it comes to learning how to be young again, the random people who touched my life in more ways than one, and you, dear reader, for being a part of my blogging journey.
I've lost my flair for maudlin speeches but I hope my gratitude and feelings came across. :)
So...about the outfit.
I just realized this but wearing pink when you are fast on your way to saying goodbye to your youth is like a ferocious slap on Aging's face. There has to be a rule somewhere that you can't deck yourself completely in cotton candy pink and establish a semblance of authority, right? But there's just no resisting this pink gingham shirt in the thrift store. It transported me back to those days when pink was my default color (like you can really see me in pink every single day back in college).
Obviously, my pink-wearing days are behind me. But I occasionally enjoy moments when I can wear this color and actually have fun in it. Also, I had to make a full midi skirt to go with it. Behold my sloppy workmanship but I have to make do with what little sewing skills I have.
Hope you like this outfit!