Greetings from daughter #2, who scheduled this post ahead of her flight home today! Very excited to join the recovery team. Meanwhile, a few thoughts…
The other day, a friend sent me this list of spring trends posted at Cup of Jo. We couldn’t help but laugh: tie-dye? BUCKET HATS? The list is, in full, absurd. I find myself scratching my head in particular about beaded bags, which I have seen all over the fashion internet. They look like something I would have proudly crafted around age 11.
The post made me wonder whether a) Cup of Jo was wildly off the mark or b) these were actual trends and I’m just getting old and less hip.
Living in a college town has made me acutely aware of just how old 29 is, particularly when it comes to sartorial choices. DN and I frequently exclaim things like, “When did platform sneakers become a thing?” “In what world do basketball jerseys constitute party attire?” and “No one should be wearing shorts that short.” We are old (disapproving) fogeys, I guess.
Plus, I haven’t forgotten that last summer my mother said to me, “You know, it might be time to retire your daisy dukes.” Here’s how I heard that:
And in that vein, I have developed my approaching-30 wardrobe, which consists of high waistlines (see also: “mom jeans”) and skirts that are actually knee-length. I recently bemoaned to my mother how difficult it is to find slips these days. Is there anything that says “aging gracefully” more than worrying about appropriate, old-fashioned undergarments? No.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to shop for
a ruched swimsuit a full wardrobe of J. Jill linen.