This last Saturday was my birthday, and as a birthday wish I didn’t take a single blog picture (wonderful), even though maybe I should have since it was a pretty great holiday weekend. We started out Thanksgiving morning, getting up bright and early while the parades were on tv, getting coffee and driving north to Charlotte to see Drew’s family. His grandparents and aunt and uncle live there, and we got together with his parents and had a Thanksgiving feast in a big log cabin by the lake that reminded me of another North Carolina log cabin my family and I used to spend Christmases in long, long ago.
The next day we picked up some birthday cupcakes at Dean & Deluca (carrot for Drew and chocolate for me, of course) and went to meet Drew’s parents at this wonderful little town called Waxhaw. We had lunch and then walked around the downtown, which is full of brick storefronts and antique stores. Supposedly Andrew Jackson was born nearby, so next time we’re in Charlotte I might have to go back.
My birthday weekend was lazy and good—lots of reading and resting. Running on Saturday when it was 70 degrees out (!) and then being crazy enough to brave the mall (it was funny). We had sushi on Friday night and Korean tacos on Saturday, and I watched history programs on tv.
I tried not to dwell on the age thing. Turning 31 wasn’t as hard as turning 30—not nearly as scary, and I’m finding that being in your 30s isn’t all that bad. When you’re in your 30s you can get away with things like spending your Saturday nights watching history lectures about FDR on C-SPAN, and no one really bats an eye if you tell them your favorite hobbies are reading and baking. It’s ok. For me the hardest part about 31 is dressing like it—over the last year I’ve tried to tone down some of the cutesier things I used to wear, tried to go more simple. Sometimes I wish I could empty out most of my closet and just start over. If I did I’d probably get a bunch of things from the French label Gat Rimon, which I found out about while browsing Founders and Followers this weekend. I love how simple the clothes are while still remaining pretty—neutral colors, silks, art deco style collars and ’50s shapes that hint at the past without ever screaming retro. Pretty and grownup at the same time.
happy belated birthday! sounds like you had a wonderful birthday weekend:) x
oh goodness, these are absolutely beautiful.
I love this collection the color palette is spot on
Happy Birthday Rhiannon! I can relate with trying to dress your age, I struggle with it daily when I get ready for my grown-up day job, just dress for you! And if you’re willing to ever clean out your closet and start fresh, hit me up!
Happy birthday again!
I had never heard of this designer, but I think every piece would suit you perfectly!
Glad you had a good weekend!
Happy Belated Birthday! I say dress how you wish, and forget age
Also, I find many of those pieces pictured above very pretty! Thanks for sharing!
Well, I personally love how you dress – then and now. As someone who is “finishing up” my 20s it’s so wonderful to see people a little bit older who have quirky/interesting style – and adventurous lifestyles for that matter (not that I don’t enjoy baking AND reading, I do! but you are always off exploring new places and I LOVE that too. So, while I do love the above clothing and wouldn’t mind wearing it all myself, I think “dressing your age” is a load of rubbish! And something that you certainly don’t need to heed!
PS: Happy Belated!
Unless it’s something you want to do (as in you don’t like the cutesy (your word!) style anymore – don’t change just because of your age! As for me, at nearly 30 my style is shifting – the clothes I’m drawn to have fewer scallops and ruffles and more simple lines and subtle details. When I told my mom that I wanted to stop wearing certain styles because of my age she gave me a lecture about being myself and not giving into society’s expectations and etc. etc., feminism, etc. She has a point.
Happy birthday!