Yes, I realize I am obsessed with getting old. But guess what! I viewed a positive role model for myself for 20 years from now. Christian’s iPhone died, 2 months after the warranty was up! Isn’t that so cute?! So we hung out at the Apple store, waiting to talk to a genius at their genius bar.
We were directed to wait over at the iphone cases, which we did, and as we were jostled and squished and trapped like the shaky little bunnies we are, I got to STARE at people. I mean, I drank them in like nobody’s business. Christian spied a short bald man with pink Ray Bans on, but I never saw him, so I felt cheated. But then I saw exactly who I want to be in 20 years.
She was perfect. She had a perfect grey bob that swung around perfectly, just the right amount of makeup on to brighten her face, and a killer freaking outfit. She had smart little leggings with tall black boots, and an eggplant sweater that hung perfectly off of her slim frame. Her jewelry was STUNNING. Enough so you could tell she was loaded, but not ostentatious.
Now. I am going to show her to you. I’m just this side of creepy, so I didn’t take lots of photos, no, no, no. I am going to recreate her in a mini Pinterestesque board I shall call, “Me In 20 Years.”
Me in 20 Years
Pink leather iPhone case
Huh. For some reason it doesn’t look as good here as it did all together on her, but it was fun cyber-shopping. Okay, I’m over it. She’s dead to me now. Moving on to obsessing about what to make for dinner. How does turkey loaf sound?