Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 37. This birthday, for whatever reason, has been a hard one. I really have no idea why; I'm just not feeling this number. Maybe it's that my age is now two odd numbers put together? That means I'm a double odd. What I really want to do is a post about me smashing cake (like I do for my one year old photo clients) except I'd be 37 and I'd have wine on hand in addition to a ginormous cake. Instead, I think I'll eat a small cookie and write about where I was a year ago. The wine, however - not optional.
So, there's this thing about me, and I'm sure a lot of us can relate. I'm a photo hoarder. Right now on my phone I probably have 5,000 images, and more then half of those are outfit pictures. Don't judge. I do back them up elsewhere, thanks to my hubby, but there are some photos that I just can't get rid of. Like images of our kids with our cat that recently died, or family vacation photos. I have a valid excuse for the outfit photos. I use them in blog posts, and I like to easily access them. Never mind that I have to search through a gazillion images before I find the ones that I want. For a photographer (because that's my other job), I’m not very organized in regards to photos. Eh.. can't be stellar at everything, am I right?!?
Anyways, so the other day, I came across images that are over a year old. They are of me right at the beginning of my style journey. Facebook actually reminded me of them first when this popped into my memories feed
I remember this day. Why? Because I remember thinking that maybe I can do this style thing. And I also remember feeling bewildered that my closet had less clothes then my 3 year old daughter's closet did. Heck, I even had less clothes then my son and husband. I also remember being sad that my husband really wanted me to wear more dresses and I had like zero dresses.
My, oh my, how much I've changed in the last year. I know I've talked about my style journey in a previous post, so I won't go too much into that now. Seeing these older photos makes me appreciate how much you can accomplish in a year. I used to not even look up at myself when I took my picture. Here's a few more from last year, about this same time. Don't I look sad and unsure? We've all been there, even me. I'm here to tell you to look up! You are beautiful.
But now, about a year later, I've changed a lot about myself, but I started with my self confidence. It took me a while to realize that being stylish depends a lot on being confident in your style choices. That's not to say that I am the most confident person ever. That would probably be Beyonce. I have definitely had my conifidence tested; it's a struggle sometimes to find that spark that lights your fire. But you will. Don't let the mirror or anyone else dim your light. I'm another year older, another year wiser, another year braver and yes...another year more stylish.
I'm now 37 and confident enough to have pink hair, wear leopard print, faux leather, spikes and sky high heels. No more ignoring my reflection, no more thinking that I'm “just a mom”. If I'm forced to grow older, I'm going to grow wiser and more fabulous as well. So, have a drink for me, and don't forget my new motto: it's what my shirt says “life is short buy the shoes”.
And, in case you are wondering what I wore for my birthday date with my husband (which was this past weekend...we were kid free for the entire weekend!!), this is what I wore. It goes with the title of this post...it's my party and i'll wear what I want. I wanted to look classy but I also wanted to show 37 who's boss. Don't be afraid to go out of your comfort zone. This crop top is definietly out of my comfort zone, but sometimes you need to just do it. So go on, get it girl.
I am also trying to remember to laugh, and to laugh often. That will surely soften turning 37...right?
If you happen to see me around town, let me know that being 37 is going to be amazing. There might be a piece of cake in it for you ;)