You’d think that, by forty-two, I’d no longer be amused by fart jokes, but that is not the case. In fact, my sense of humor probably gets more juvenile each year.
I planned to do my birthday shoot outside, among Portland’s autumn leaves, but it was dark and raining by 4 p.m. Instead, I collected fallen leaves from the nearby parking lots, spread them in a corner of my hotel room, and made the most of the situation. I certainly did not expect to be crawling around the floor on my forty-second birthday, but I had way too much fun doing so. Someday, I’ll act my age and not my shoe size (7.5).
Turtleneck, Mossimo. Skirt, Plenty by Tracy Reese (thrifted). Boots, Vionic. Necklace, thrifted.
My past birthday ootds from the blog: