These jeans remind me of the neon splatter paint jeans I wore when I was a kid. I turned 33 yesterday, so naturally I’ve been reflecting on how I got to this ripe age, and how quickly life is flying by. I wouldn’t call 33 a mid-life crisis, but for some reason at 30, 31 and 32 I still felt 28. That being said, age really is just a number because if I had to rate life in my 30’s vs. 20’s, 30’s win by a landslide. Over lunch, a friend pointed out that 33 is a super important age because it’s the age Jesus was at death and therefore the age we will all be when we enter Heaven. I’d never heard that one before but it got me thinking. If I could choose one age to be in Heaven so far, it might just be this one.
outfit details: jeans / sweater / booties / bag, also by wait list here / bracelet / necklace / earrings / sunglasses
photos by Traci Ling
P.S. can’t stop singing the lyrics to this song as I write this post.
