It’s hard for me to remember I’m no longer 24 years old (my brain tries to delude me into thinking time froze at this age). But there are constant reminders: the excruciating headaches I experience after a heavy night of drinking; my growing affinity for dinner parties over clubbing; my enthusiasm over a new vacuum cleaner (albeit a Dyson); and, of course, my evolving style.
When it comes to getting dressed in the morning, I now have far less tolerance for the impractical. Back in the day my favorite denim shorts had a huge hole in the left butt cheek, and I’d rock them without batting an eye. In high school and college I would regularly wear halter tops and tight tube tops, which required painful strapless bras that were forever needing readjusting. In my early 20s I would squeeze into skinny jeans that took several minutes – not seconds – to get on.
Oh, how times have changed. Nowadays, the only jeans I wear are boyfriend fit or jeggings. I can’t remember the last time I sported skintight pants, with the exception of leather leggings (leggings being the operative word). I find myself drawn more towards dress pants and blazers, rather than my shaggy fur coats and sheer lace tops (though don’t get me wrong – I still intend to bring out that side of me on the weekends now and then). Am I just growing up? Is my style maturing?!
I hope I'm not that old yet, but I also don't think trading in trends for timeless comfort is necessarily a bad thing.