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I turned 32 today. Somehow for the past three months or so, I was able to convince myself that I was going to be 31, so accepting the number 32 has been quite the process. In the past two weeks, three significant things have occurred that indicate I am getting old.
1.) I now hate the mall. I have always been obsessed with shopping for home goods, clothes, shoes, toilet paper, well, you get the picture. If it involved spending money, I was all about it. I was one of those gals that could spend the day strolling through a packed mall, drooling over the latest must-have hand bags and boots. Then I’d obsess about the items until I either owned it, or found something better. I’m fairly certain this trait is 50% of the reason my first marriage ended in divorce. However, last weekend, something happened. I was wandering in the mall looking for new shoes when I had an epiphany. I no longer enjoy the mall. It’s not fun; it’s filled with angst ridden teenagers and over priced jeans. I much prefer sitting at home and trolling Gap and Nordstrom for the comfort of my own home wearing my uniform. By uniform I mean my fave pair of worn out sweats, a white v-neck shirt and UGG boots. I paint a pretty picture, huh?
2.) I now have multiple gray hairs. Prior to last week, I had one gray hair that I could easily locate and pluck on a bi-weekly basis. It became a ritual, almost a jacked up game of hide and seek. Then out of nowhere, I spotted 2 more. Only now, they are located in a not-so-easy to pluck location. I fought with those wiry, white hairs for days and seriously could not pluck them. They stood on end, almost waving and taunting me from the crown of my head. After multiple failed attempts to wrangle those bad boys, I was on the verge of bald spot and needed to call in back up. Yes, I begged Brian to pluck them, but instead he used tweezers to curl them…ya know, kind of like curling ribbon on a present. Finally, he successfully removed them and several normal hairs thus making the impending bald spot even larger. One day later, I spotted two more. If I find another…I may go blond, or cry.
3.) I can no longer wear heels. After a long winter of rocking one of my four pairs of UGG boots, I realized that I can no longer wear heels. I pranced around in a new pair of wedges for three hours as hour four fell upon me, I was wincing in pain with every step and was completely certain my feet were bleeding…they weren’t. The following day, I had to soak my feet. Yes, soak my feet. I think I have to retrain them to be squished in a narrow place with little room to breath or I may be that girl wearing UGGS in the summer. Rest assured they will not be combined with a mini skirt.
Happy Birthday to me…can you tell I am really excited about this birthday? Yes, that was sarcasm.
Happy Birthday!
My brother told (when I was turning 30):… welcome to the club of 40-years old….
I am 37, have few grey hairs, hate malls (and shopping generally), but I definitely love heels! So I guess it is not about how old you are but what makes you feel comfortable.
Enjoy your party!
Hey…Happy Birthday (belated by one day)!
It pains me to think of what mall warriors we used to be. Dare I say that there was a period of time when we literally went DAILY!!! I still enjoy trips to the mall, however I enjoy them solo, and I go in, get what I am aiming for and get out! I don’t have time or patience for perusing or going with perusers. As much as I miss the frivolous mall shopping days, I know times have changed. I’ll be 32 in a few short months; I’ll let you know how that feels on!
Take care my “old” friend,
Colette
LOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!! I think your been silly… Im 35, have a 15 years old son who hates the way I dressed, not because is sexy but I dont look my age @ all!, I also have a 11 year old that loves when everyone tells her if Im her sister!!!!
I believe Im the hottest mom around. My hair is cover in grays (genes) but I color my hair every two weeks. I do exercises, wear heels on weekends. I also have the same feelings about the mall, I was a manager for many years in several stores, worked my 8hrs shift in high heels!!! But now Im happy with mu UGG, best shoes ever created!!! xD
Happy birthday!! Hope you had a great day!
I LOVED turning 30. I thought it was the greatest thing to ever happen. Turning 31, however, was a completely different story…sounds similar to how you feel about 32.
Happy Birthday!
Hmmm…I’m 23 and I also don’t like malls or can’t wear heels! haha
Happy Birthday! Your blog rocks :)
Happy birthday! I’m turning 30 this summer, I’m already trying to prepare myself for the shock of changing 2 digits… But I’ll get myself a Ktichen Aid as a present and keep baking, and blogging and enjoying life. It’s too short to bother about grey hair!
I enjoy reading your blog very much. I hope there will be many more years of good recipes and pictures!
PS: Your “About” section is not updated :P
Wishing you a very happy birthday!!
Happy happy birthday Jamie! I hope today has been wonderful – you’re far from old, and birthdays are proof that you’ve made it through another year. They’re proof of life and a time to celebrate you. I hope you have so many more – so many that you do in fact grow into old age :).
I hear ya… we’re growing up. Happy birthday!!! You’re not older–you’re maturing, like a fine wine. ;)