When I was a teenager, my older cousin used to play a joke on me every Christmas and give me my present in a Talbots box. At the time, I thought it was an “old lady” store and the joke lives on now that I love and wear the brand constantly. Remember these gingham flats? Talbots. And this tweed blazer that I wore for a day packed full of meetings last week? Talbots.
This isn’t an ad for the brand, just a realization that I’m well into my 30s (I’ll be 33 in a few months), making me a 30-something “old lady” that my teenage self would probably be horrified by. I would have been even more horrified by the fact that my mom texted me last week saying she loved my outfit and it reminded her of something she would have worn at my age.
Before she retired, my mom was a business school professor and wore tweed or bouclé blazers almost every day. It was her thing. At the time, I thought they were so lame but now I’m really digging the look with my own spin. She would have worn this one with a matching skirt or navy slacks (Random thought, I hate the word slacks) but since the work I do is obviously way more casual, I paired it with my favorite pair of jeans and a cute scalloped cami.
What I love about being in my 30s isn’t the clothes… Although I love those too. It’s the feeling of being more comfortable in my own skin and not caring so much about what other people think. I’ll always have that feeling to some degree, but in the last few years it’s diminished exponentially.
My mom always said her 30s and 40s where the best decades of her life and I feel like I’m heading in that same direction. Anel and I are (at least a little) more financially stable, we’ve started our family, and we are both focusing on growing our businesses and ourselves. And I can honestly say that I’m happier now than I’ve been in my entire life.
Granted my life isn’t as “fun” and I miss the nights out dancing and spontaneous trips with my husband, but mom life has its share of fun too. Like getting puked on! I’m kidding, although that’s exciting too. What gets me going these days is Amalia’s smile. Her face lights up the entire room and my heart bursts into a million pieces every single time. If my 30s consists of those smiles alone, I’ll be good to go… And maybe a night out dancing here and there.
Photos by Julia D’Agostino.