I've said it a million times: I'm a granny at heart. Only twenty-three and old to the core.
We girls these days walk a fine line. The granny line. Allow me to explain:
Granny: The granny thrifter can find an awesome mustard yellow pencil skirt hidden in a junky box of 50 cent finds, pair it with a cardigan from Target and wear it to work the next day. Her boss will think she's so chic, she'll ask her for advice on what to wear to her next business meeting in Paris.
Not: Finding another ceramic candy dish to add to your collection. You've got 29 so far.
Granny: Baking a dozen chocolate cupcakes with a sweet cherry bathing in the frosting and handing them out at your niece's cherry-themed birthday party.
Not: The only way to stay regular is to eat those stewed prunes for breakfast.
Granny: You just sewed up a really awesome duvet. It's so awesome that Anthropologie buyers are knocking on your door, swearing up and down it's worth the $300 they usually charge for theirs.
Not: Making couch protectors again, out of plastic sold by the yard.
Granny: You bought some vintage postcards off Etsy and are using them as quick invitations to your next dinner party. Your guests are so wild about them that they paste them into their scrapbooks and even their grandchildren will know about the awesome parties you used to throw.
Not: Stealing the stamps off already-sent letters to use again.
Granny: You collect every old blue glass bottle you can get your hands on. In fact, friends know you so well, they bring them back from their travels. You line them up on the window sills and keep white wildflowers inside all summer.
Not: Two words...lawn ornaments.
So tell me, how do you walk the line?