Stylish with Substance

Recently, I discovered bloggers doing this "30 before 30" thing. Depressing: Some goals are so big that these girls seem so young. (Hint: the link at the end of this post sums up both me and why I feel this way.) I have half a month from this publish date (longer since I started) if I were to do this; for October 30th, if they're all new they'd have to be so tiny. I think I've accomplished about 4 "big" things in my life; that's 26 small or shallow things to list. Fascinating.

On the other hand, I'm probably overreacting and just bummed that it seems I cannot participate in the meme so "relevant to my life".

At least I AM NOT bummed about turning 30! (You don't scare me anymore!) Wow. Make that #5 huge thing. (Ah, ah, ah.)

Sure, I'm not married like I wanted and I'm not engaged. And I know we're not going to elope by October 29th.

But that's OK. I'm OK with that. I have my soul mate - that's what I truly meant I wanted in my heart.  (Naiive me also thought crazy kids got all hitched all fast, so whatevs to her!) And there's nothing wrong with other scenarios for other people, either. That was my dream; my common, archaic dream - see, yes, I'm old.

So what's there to be afraid of? Being old? Oh my GOD, I'm proud of that! I will be so happy to actually be the decade inside of me. Sure, I'm a youthful, innocent goofball. But I'm also a crotchety fart. I've dressed halfway toward granny (in a good way) since I was somewhere around 24. I'm Coco, not Karl. I never partied or drank heavily. Never, ever, ever wanted to "sleep around" and I darn sure didn't want men who wanted that, either. I never appreciated the sterotype of wild 20-something.

"27" year-old (lying) Charlotte York got crabs, and I got insulted by those fabulous women more than once (well, I was a teen back then but that's almost worse). I'm really eager to join the "cool kids adults" club! (They have a little more insurance.)

Our twenties are supposed to be so great, eh? Well, some of mine were, but I won't miss my oily skin or 20-something "hotness" I was supposed to have. ****!!! I haven't had that "prime" body since I was 19! ****, my thirties could be that age! I probably have under 50 pounds to lose (goal is fuzzy) and now that I've found something to replace my soda habit, two pounds a week is more doable. (And my new doctor's a PITA, a really good PITA, so I can't get away with gaining weight, and I have to see the dude regularly.) A person can lose 100lbs in a year, maybe not I, but that leaves room for error.

Maybe I'll turn this into 35+ lbs down by 31!

And what if not?

Age isn't anything but a number!

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And of course, there's always this: (Why I'll never be an adult a.k.a. Internet forever!!! ---Hyperbole and a Half)

No, I'm not sick of Fashion Week yet, that would be ... well a bad sign. But I am sick of the blog total devotion to the typical reviews and such. I was browsing through some latest posts (with picture previews) and every single one was a dark-dressed woman on a boring catwalk - sort of retro silhouette meets dark alley and ... yawn.

Even browsing all the collections can be tedious to find what we either like or like to hate on, and then there's the list of names so big........and city after city, week after week. When is Anchorage Alaska going to get their own Fashion Week for fab's sake, eh? I mean really. (And why tackier Miami over rich, stylish Boca is beyond me, but that's close to my home, not many of yours, and yes I digress...)

If you don't yet know what I mean, look at this image:

I mean I know granted, many of the pictures are Coutorture's coverage with our free photos ... but I just got bored compiling these three images. You know that we humans are visual creatures and 'net users are fickle. Break up the monotony ... somehow. This isn't the fault of one or any one, but more of the craze itself.

Here's hoping Barbie brings some color and fun!