The first brooch is the deepest

This week, I bought a brooch. A woman in her 20s has no need for a brooch unless she lives in Seattle, wears horn rimmed glasses, and enjoys dressing like a 35 year-old office worker from the 1960s.

I seem to have crossed over to a stage in life where people buy brooches not to look irreverently 'vintage', but in a sincere attempt to look more 'elegant'.

30 and counting...

Honestly, the transition from my 20s started long before I turned 30. I was such a nerdy, serious child that the 20s were almost like my own personal Middle Ages in which my maturity, intellectualism, and enlightenment slid backwards for a brief (albeit very fun) period of time.

Now I plan to chronicle the subtle yet substantial changes in my lifestyle as I return to a decade I was destined to thrive in: The 30s.