This is it, my scary age, the number my younger self would think about and cringe. But here I am, coming off a rough year and ready to own this number. Cause age ain't nothin' but a number, amiright? And if 34 is all the same as 24, why can't I rock a micro mini and thigh-high boots? I fell in love with this Reformation dress and snagged it in a Black Friday sale. They seriously have the most flattering frocks! And this jacket! I can't believe I've never photographed this jacket before! One of my all-time best flea market finds. Back when my Saturday ritual involved popping over to Chelsea to the Antiques Garage Flea Market (RIP), I saw it hanging just at the top of the ramp, asked the vendor the price and couldn't have run to the ATM fast enough. Still a staple of my dress-up wardrobe all these years later! Cheers to conquering my scary age! May 34 be as fabulous as the outfit I choose to celebrate it in!