Mom Jeans

Boots: Thrifted, Jeans: Kut, Chambray: Target, Sweatshirt: DIY

That sneaky 25th year of life is creeping up on me. 

Twenty. Five.

Otherwise known as,

Holy. Cow. 

Which is almost Thirty. And practically Forty. 

With a hint of Fifty.

My wide bootcut denim is quickly becoming a gateway jean to tapered elastic SNL skits involving Tina Fey. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. 

Just numbers. Silly old numbers. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Who am I kidding, 

 I've always been somewhat of an old soul anyway. 

At age 10 {and apparently going on 110}, I dressed up as George Frideric Handel for Halloween.
Complete with powdered wig.

And parts of my beauty routine now, involve Elizabeth Arden for goodness' sake. 

...

But some parts still involve Bonne Bell.

And the closet part is involving a whole lot of Forever 21. 

Crap. 

xoxo

{Bon Bon}