Bucket List

The day has come, I will turn 30 today, officially just before lunch (even the day I was born I arrived just on time, I never skip meals, and I am never late).

I think turning 30 is a great time to reflect on the memories you have made over the years bust also a perfect chance for you to set out your goals for the next 30 years. And if you’re OCD like me then you already have that laid out in DETAIL.

I won’t bore you with my life goals because after all this is a fashion blog, and I figure a fashion post would be more up you alley. Therefore I have put together my “fashion bucket list”.

I’d bet most women and even some fashionable men have a list like this in their head, more of a wish list, but superficially fashion related.  If you haven’t already guessed it I have fashion on my mind a lot, I am always looking for sales, new brands, new store openings and scoping out designer stuff I can’t always afford but one day hope to make my own.

So, check it out below, the Top 5 of my fashion bucket list. 

1. Burberry trench coat: I have coveted a Burberry trench for many, many years. As a teen I had my eyes on the classic beige trench but over the past few years with the evolution of the brand I have fallen in love with the less-classic styles.  A friggin Burberry Prorsum Trench is what this girl wants!

THIS one is nice, really nice; the only issue is the price tag. One day Jenn…one day…

2. Chanel Bouclé Jacket: most women want to get their hands on the famous quilted Chanel purse, you know the one every star and socialite carries with the double C’s and the chain link shoulder strap. While it is no doubt a gorgeous purse I have never been a huge fan. My biggest Chanel dream is to own a WHITE bouclé jacket. Coco Chanel created the bouclé jacket back in 1954 and even though I wasn't even born nor was my mother I have wanted one ever since…figure that one out.

3. Marc Jacobs Mice: I can check this one off the list – woohoo!  I always wanted to start a collection of Marc mice, I now have 6 pairs, which my husband would argue isn't a true collection if compared to his bobble head collection, but nonetheless I believe it to be a fairly impressive collection of rodent shoes that I hope to continue to build until I grow too old to pull them off. But I think we've already discussed this and you can never be too old for Marc Jacobs anything!

4. Shopping at Louis Vuitton on Champs Elysees: this would be what I call an amazing fashion experience. As was shopping at Miu Miu and Gucci at the Spanish Steps in Rome when I did so two years ago. The last time I was in Paris I was a starving student, unable to hardly afford dinner let alone a Louis Vuitton purse, although if I ever got the chance to shop there again I would obviously go straight to the shoes...do you know me at all?  

5. Shoe Closet : An entire wall of shoes, in a spare bedroom turned into my closet. I think this one is pretty self-explanatory. 

Do you have a fashion bucket list? As always, let me know via the comments below. 

On a non fashion related note, its really amazing to wake up to messages, emails, and even  a phone call all the way from Dubai, from family and friends who are expressing their love for you on you're birthday. I really hope the next 30 years are just as awesome as the past 30 have been. Thanks everyone :) 

JennyNov xox

Dirty Thirty

On turning thirty in a world of twenty-somethings

Look at this pic, that's me in my twenties, living the dream, tight skin, natural hair colour, and a metabolism so quick it could compete in the Olympics. Yup, I was a self lover of junk food, a fake nail applier, even tanning bed lover and high heel enthusiast. I was one of those annoying chicks who said stuff like "I can eat anything and never gain weight" Ha-ha-ha, well look at me now, turning the corner on thirty and hardly fitting into my jeans. As it turns out "Wendy's" is not a food group, and neither is Vodka. 

Sorry to be a Jenny-downer but I currently only have 74 days left in my twenties, and I'm not handling it well. The abuse I put my twenty-year-old self through is now beginning to surface.  I'm waiting, for any day now I will get my first grey hair and be reminded by my mother that my "biological clock is tickin like this"

What's worse is, today's world is one filled with gorgeous twenty-something's, all who seem more successful, gorgeous, rich and powerful than me. How did this happen? Since when were babies welcome in the work place, and how did I not achieve this status while I myself was in my twenties? 

The other day I was asking myself how I could possibly compete, and it dawned on me, this is precisely why older women dress in age-inappropriate outfits. Because they are trying to fit in with the younger demographic, or simply because they have never looked in a mirror. It then began to concern me, was I going to become one of the women who wear their daughters clothes? Ok, maybe not at 30, but 40 is only ten years away and if I'm not careful I could very well become one of THEM. Reason being; I never allowed my wardrobe to evolve past its quirky, semi-comfortable, reliable state. I don't dress up for work, and I shy away from dressing "sexy" because I don't like the attention it draws to me. Will I be forty years old, wearing a pair of mouse shoes? Woaaaaaha there's absolutely nothing wrong with that! Just recently my friend had to stop me from buying a shirt that had horsey's all over it "You're not 12" she said, "And they're horses, not horsey's". Damn. 

I don't know why my style has never evolved considering I am not afraid of taking fashion risks. I guess I can chalk this fashion stalemate up to the fact that I never thought a change was necessary. Not very profound, but perhaps enlightening myself to the fact that a change may be in order will bring about said change...dontcha think? 

It's not like I'm afraid of change, my hair is the perfect evidence of this. My hair has been every colour of the rainbow including pink, every shade of bleach including burnt, and every length including the current "dips into the toilet if I'm not careful". Why wont I cut it? This is another story, for another day. So maybe I should purchase a pair of practical black pumps instead of those polka dot one's I've been coveting? OMG even as I type this I know that is completely ludicrous. Historically, every time I changed my hair colour, or cut 6 inches off in haste I realized only after it was too late that I had never really thought the life changing decision. I was immediately regretful 80% of the time I made a drastic change in hair style, and therefore I have to ponder in this situation, do I really even need to change my personal style?  

I don't know if I will come to a resolution over this before I turn thirty in 74 short days. But in case I don't at least forty is still ten years away, so I figure I have some time to sort it all out before my future children are afraid to go out in public with me. 

In the mean time here is another picture of me in all my twenty 28 year old glory, ahh the good old days...p.s photos by Laura May Photography, duh