35!!!

So, on the 2nd I turned 35. It's taken a couple of days for that number to sink in. 35. It just sounds so grown up. Funny thing is, I don't always feel as grown up as 35 sounds or should be.
Over the last couple of months, I've been thinking a lot about how a 35 year old should look. Let's face it, at some point I have to stop getting Delia's catalogues and perusing the junior's department at TJ Maxx. That said, I don't want to look like a boring grown up. There has got to be some balance. What does a 35 year old look like? What is age appropriate? What would Stacey and Clinton say? I guess I'll figure it out over time--one big ole work in progress, huh?

Here's what I wore on my birthday. I was going for a boho, southwestern look. The outfit looked a lot better in my head than in real life. First off, it was not as flattering as I thought it would be. Secondly, a coworker friend of mine said I looked like I walked out of a Chadwick's catalogue. Yikes! See what I mean...gotta find that balance between age appropriate (not like a dowdy hag) and somewhat fashionable (dare I say hip). Like I said...work in progress.

Talking to the MIL in England.

Why won't he ever pose for a picture like a normal human being?

Details:
shirt: Target
skirt & belt: thrift
boots: Aldo

Overall I had a nice birthday. I started my day with a student bringing me a very yummy, giant Elmo cupcake. I also had students write me lots of nice birthday messages on my white board, and one student drew a portrait of me.

Isn't that sweet student of mine so talented?

After school, the we played in the yard for a bit. Then we took the kids for a walk downtown and went to eat Mexican food at Bandido's. The food was yummy, per usual. Unfortunately, Bulldog was not on his best behavior-which is very apparent by the look on my hubby's face in the picture below. See, Bulldog is a pig--which means that he did not want to share the basket of chips on the table and showed his dissatisfaction by screaming at the top of his lungs. It got so bad that Ian had to take him out of the restaurant. Needless to say, we didn't stay for a sombrero, spanish happy birthday and flan. Bummer huh?

Mr. Happy

Monkey.

THe littles enjoying a little post Mexican play time before bed.

On Friday, my work buddies treated me to a night out at Tony's Bourbon St. Oyster bar. What a place! Its not the kind of place I would've picked for myself, but it was priceless as far as people watching was concerned. I even spied one of the moms that A. goes to Scouts with lap dancing and smooching some dude in the corner. Good times. Thank you, friends.

Details:
dress & clutch: thrift
shoes: F21

I have some pretty incredible video of the evening, and if I can figure out how to upload it, I'll post it. I'll try to work on that cause its classic!

Hope your weekend was filled with friends and dancing too!
Smooches,
~L