In the interest of total transparency, my New Year’s Eve is probably going to look a whole lot like this scene from Home Alone; but on the off chance I’m dragged out of the house to be social, you can bet I will be wearing #allthesequins.
Remember how, before having kids, you would wonder to yourself upon seeing a frazzled/screaming/disheveled/otherwise-batshit-crazy mom chasing her kids around the store/park/Starbucks in her trusty athleisure uniform and be all, “Ugh, that will NEVER be me.”
I so want to get quippy and make some comic tie-in between my love for this grandpa blazer and all the grandma-like things I’ve got going on my life these days (exhaustion, advancing to middle age, etc etc), but I gotta shoot you straight and tell you, girlfriend is wiped. Ain’t happenin’ tonight.
They’re the friends on your feed or in real life who always have–as the name indicates–fabulous birthdays. Let me rephrase that: faaaaaaaabulous birthdays. They drink mimosas on rooftop lounges for brunch. They stuff a limo full of best friends and drive around to all the hot spots in town.