Birthdays are a funny thing.
For years, we incessantly teased my Aunt Alice about her obsession with Talbots. The matching barrettes! The socks with cats on them! But especially, those nine inch zippers! I swear, they always went right up to her neck, and she would always remind my sister, cousin and I that we too would one day wear them ourselves.
And then, just a few days ago, my aunt threatened to send me a Talbots gift card for my birthday, and I looked down at my own pants. Lo and behold, a nine inch zipper. Right up to my bellybutton.
Is this adulthood? Am I aging into my mother?
Thing is, I’ve slowly come to appreciate the ways of my elders. I wear Birkenstocks with socks on occasion (thanks, Mom). I fall asleep no later than 11 p.m. now a days, and I’ve come to appreciate the glorious mom jeans, complete with 9 inch zippers that come up to my neck.
What can I say? The times have changed, and I ain’t mad about it. And while I might not be a Talbots devotee quite yet, I can certainly see it on the horizon (not gonna lie, I’m low-key in love with this sweater.)
So, welcome to 27.