Last night, my mother told me she'd finally had a moment when she realized that I, her beloved first child, was almost a quarter of a century. My response, "Umm...yeah...(sigh) I know." Clearly with mixed emotions, I acknowledged that yes, holy crap I am almost 25, when the heck did that happen, but also meant that, more importantly to her, I had my own life and agenda that didn't always accommodate trekking to New Jersey for weekends just hanging with the fam or staying home with my little sister so they could have date night. "But you just look and dress so young," she said. And here was the moment of clarity.
I guess I missed the memo that dictated when certain trends were appropriate and for whom, because I feel like now that I'm finally financially independent but child and husbandless, I should be able to purchase and wear whatever the heck I want. I was recently debating going for the ombre look with my hair and said to the beau, "I just don't want to look seedy, some girls can pull it off, and others just look like they're trying too hard." And his response was,"If the average girl tried half the looks Beyonce rocks, on a regular basis, she'd look a ghetto mess." And I pondered. Living in Philadelphia, where trends evade no budget or age group, I see color blocking, spikes, studs, oxfords, ombre-hair and the likes, some successfully executed, some not so much. So is the issue about ownership, and how well you're rocking those neon accessories? Or is it more so about the stage and direction you'd like to take your life?
