Birthday Suit

There were a few points last week where I thought I might have an “omgbirthday” melt-down.

You know, the kind that happens when you pluck 2 grey hairs out of your curly, ginger hair-fro.  Or the moment when you start to realize you need to do x, y, z because you are, in fact, a grown adult.  Maybe even, perhaps, you have a student to politely inform you, “Miss B, 25 is REALLY OLD.”

But, by the grace of God and some much needed retail therapy, I made it!  I survived!  And I grew a year wiser, too!

After sweating my face off for 2.5 hours with my yoga family, I celebrated life with my actual family at a painfully delicious restaurant.  As if that wasn’t enough, I finished the day around a bonfire, eating cheesy nachos and strawberry cake with my closest of friends (minus a few,  miss and love you Kels and Jeff!).

A birthday post would simply be insufficient without a cameo from the woman who brought me into this world.  Thanks, ma, for putting up with my shenanigans, bizarre idiosyncrasies, and putting me in my place regularly.  I couldn’t be the headstrong, passionate person I am today without you.

Details:: green cotton shirt {F21}; scalloped sueded skirt {F21}; purple tights {gift}; brown leather boots {thrifted}; my favorite scarf {thrifted}; blue woven bracelet {homemade gift from Stanci!}

Teachers: the ultimate in moral wisdom

In elementary school, my teachers were the most moral, perfect people on the face of God’s green earth.

I was completely confused when they admitted to having hobbies, going out with their friends, or GASP! that they didn’t live in their classrooms.

One night, when I was 10, my family went out for a high end, gourmet meal at Heroes, the local restaurant & pub.

As my brother and I meandered to our crusty, dusty booth, we passed on of our teachers, Ms. Brown.  She was throwing her head back in unadulterated laughter.

And drinking an iced cold beer.

Oh.  My.  God.

My brother and I spent the rest of our chicken finger dinner planning an intricate intervention for Ms. Brown’s obvious alcohol problem.

Because teachers don’t have hobbies or friends, and they definitely never drink.

Details::  wrap dress {Forever21, $23}; denim and cork wedges {Payless, $26}; belt {thrifted, gift}; vintage scarf {thrifted, $3}; earrings {Forever21, $3}; watch {Kohl’s; $55}