Getting older is an inevitability of life, but sometimes it feels like more of an unfortunate side effect. The last time I remember being genuinely excited about getting older, was on my 18th birthday. That was *gulp* 8 years ago. Since then birthdays have involved much cake and ever worsening hangovers. But there was something about this birthday that invoked much panic and evaluation of life thus far.
I'm the un-fun side of 25. I recently had to fill in a form and I'm officially in the '26 - 34' box. To add to my unease I recently found out that the demographic for Radio 1 is '18 - 26 year olds', so the countdown begins for the switchover to Radio 2.
However, it's not all doom and gloom (or so I'm trying to convince myself). I have recently decided to embrace this ageing lark by wearing an item that I previously felt left me resembling a school child - the white shirt.
A white shirt is a classic. A staple piece, wear with anything, everything and nothing if you so wish. Dress down with jeans, dress up with stilettos, use as a beach cover-up, pop to the shops, tucked in smart, tied up around the waist, worn low on the shoulders, unbuttoned, sleeves tied around the bust, asymmetrically done up. One shirt, a multitude of ways to wear it.
However, up until this point in my life, the only thing I associated with a white shirt was my school uniform. So at the turn of my 26th birthday, I bought one as a token of embracing my new age. It makes me feel decidedly 'put together' and the fact that to this date I have yet to spill anything on it, makes me feel like a real grown up.
I was feeling pretty into my older self in this white shirted rendition, until I read that the on-set of wrinkles begin at 26 -ugh. Ah well, at least I'm be well dressed as my decreasing collagen levels and gravity go to work on me...
(All pictures via Pinterest)
No comments:
Post a Comment