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So, the other day I bought myself a new phone case. But it wasn’t just *any* phone case. It was one of those obscenely glittery phone cases with cartoon piñatas and glitter that floats around, so that when you move your phone it moves around with it. It basically makes it look like my phone is having the best time of its life every single second of every day.
My husband hasn’t seen it yet, but I’m betting that when he sees it he’ll have the same reaction that he had when he saw my new (but made to look ”old”) jeans with holes in the knee. ”Why
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in the hell are you pretending that you’re 19?!”, he would say, with a creative eye roll, and walk out of the room.
Thing is, I *know* very well that I’m hitting a BIG birthday later this year. I *know* that women ”my age” need to dress appropriately/elegantly/classy (what does that all even mean?!). I’m not trying to ”be cool”. I’m trying to let myself have fun. FUN, dammit. My entire wardrobe is composed of grey/navy/white/black and maybe red, if I really push the boat out. I have the classic clothes that go with everything, the dark
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denim, the stuff that really suits my very non-curvy and straight-and-boring figure. But sometimes, I want to be garish. Sometimes I like buying an orange sweatshirt with a lion imprinted on it. Sometimes I like wearing ripped jeans with biker boots and a Bowie t-shirt. It’s this kind of behaviour that makes me feel happy and indulgent and silly and carefree. Which is who I used to be before having kids, and who I still am. When my kids see me relax and say ”whatever”, they relax too and it infuses everyone with a nonchalant attitude.
I like
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marshmallows with peanut butter on them.
I like sequins on pretty much everything.
I like pink hair crayons.
I like blowing bubbles with my chewing gum.
I like singing to Journey in the car.
I like purple lipstick.
Life is about living and playing and owning your own specific brand of ”crazy”, whatever it may be. Does that mean I’m trying to be ”young”? No way. It means I’m trying to celebrate all the different things that make up ”me”.
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Tetyana Denford - 2 Feb 16
So, the other day I bought myself a new phone case. But it wasn’t just *any* phone case. It was one of those obscenely glittery phone cases with cartoon piñatas and glitter that floats around, so that when you move your phone it moves around with it. It basically makes it look like my phone is having the best time of its life every single second of every day.
My husband hasn’t seen it yet, but I’m betting that when he sees it he’ll have the same reaction that he had when he saw my new (but made to look “old”) jeans with holes in the knee. “Why in the hell are you pretending that you’re 19?!”, he would say, with a creative eye roll, and walk out of the room.
Thing is, I *know* very well that I’m hitting a BIG birthday later this year. I *know* that women “my age” need to dress appropriately/elegantly/classy (what does that all even mean?!). I’m not trying to “be cool”. I’m trying to let myself have fun. FUN, dammit. My entire wardrobe is composed of grey/navy/white/black and maybe red, if I really push the boat out. I have the classic clothes that go with everything, the dark denim, the stuff that really suits my very non-curvy and straight-and-boring figure. But sometimes, I want to be garish. Sometimes I like buying an orange sweatshirt with a lion imprinted on it. Sometimes I like wearing ripped jeans with biker boots and a Bowie t-shirt. It’s this kind of behaviour that makes me feel happy and indulgent and silly and carefree. Which is who I used to be before having kids, and who I still am. When my kids see me relax and say “whatever”, they relax too and it infuses everyone with a nonchalant attitude.
I like marshmallows with peanut butter on them.
I like sequins on pretty much everything.
I like pink hair crayons.
I like blowing bubbles with my chewing gum.
I like singing to Journey in the car.
I like purple lipstick.
Life is about living and playing and owning your own specific brand of “crazy”, whatever it may be. Does that mean I’m trying to be “young”? No way. It means I’m trying to celebrate all the different things that make up “me”.
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Tetyana is a Ukrainian-American mum of three, married to an Englishman, living in NY. She's written for Elle and Vogue magazines, and her first novel 'Motherland' is available at Amazon. She hosts a YouTube show called The Craft and Business of Books, translates for Frontline PBS news, and writes freelance.