Tuesday, May 7, 2013

25 is the new 15

Or something like that.

It’s ridiculous that at 25, I feel old, but I guess that’s what you get for living in a college town surrounded by fresh-out-of-high-school teenagers who weren’t even old enough to enjoy Britney Spears at her peak.

I turned 25 last September and planned to start a style blog soon after. And then I didn’t. So it’s about damn time I started this blog. Because if there is anything a girl whose main job is reporting crime for a Midwest paper has to offer—it’s style tips.

Because this is necessary, here are some important facts about me:

I watch the Real Housewives like it’s my goddamn job.

Every skirt I’ve worn for the past five years has been high-waisted. (Minus, of course, the pencil skirts I wear to court).

There isn’t a peter pan collar I’ve met that I didn’t like.

I don’t make a habit of wearing heels because I’m lazy and while I get the appeal of heels, I choose not to care.

I absolutely love horror movies even though they freak me out and I can barely make eye contact with the screen for the two hours it takes the majority of the characters to die.  

Oh, and I love raspberry wheat beer.

1 comment:

  1. I am so excited that all my nagging has come to fruition!!! Also, I took that skype photo, hooray!