Being a "Grown-Up"

I just turned 29 this month, and it got me thinking...what do I want to be when I'm "Grown-Up"?  A lot of people might think that I should have this figured out because 29 is pretty much all grown up, but I must disagree.  I still feel like a little kid.  I still play with toys, I still play dress up, I play house, and I still play with my friends. 

I'm learning that most people don't feel like they are a true "adult" until after the age of 40.  In all actuality, I'm starting to wonder what an actual "Adult" feels like?  Does that mean that you stop playing, or loving life just because you're living it?  Because if that's an adult, then I think I'll pass. 

For those of you who know my Dad or my Grandmother, you will understand a lot about why I am the way I am.  I have the most amazing father who still acts like he's 16.  He cracks me up.  He still plays jokes, still sings as he walks around the house, still jumps out from behind a door to scare the crap out of you, he still prank calls people, and he rides around on his motorcycle without his helmet because he thinks he invincible.  If these aren't signs of being a "kid" I don't know what is.  All I know is that when I'm 58 like he is, I hope I still enjoy and love life as much as he does.

People comment on my style all the time.  It's almost a daily thing when I go out and about, that someone stops me to tell me that they like what I have on.  I'm not bragging when I say that, I'm simply stating it because after they tell me they like it, this statement normally follows, "I could never wear something like that, but it looks amazing on you."  I always follow this up with, "Why on earth couldn't you wear this?"  They smile and say something like, "I just couldn't pull it off."  or "It's a little to loud for me."  I just smile and say thank you.  Moments like these make me so grateful for my Grandmother.

Margaret Welsh is one of the most fabulous women I have ever known.  She still to this day wears loud, and obnoxious clothing, big bold jewelry, and bright fashions.  Her closets are something I swoon over, and her jewelry is something I covet.  She is truly my style inspiration, and I like to think that I'm a lot like my Grandmother.  This week she is in the hospital because at age 92 she has gotten a little sick.  I love her to death, but I have a feeling that her time is coming close. It breaks my heart, but makes me so thankful for the time I have had with her.  She is beautiful, and has the most amazing stories of anyone I have ever known.  Everyone who gets a chance to meet her, loves her.  You'll never have a dull moment when you're with Margaret.  I can only hope that I can live the life that she has lived, and live to tell about it.

All of this being said, I had to share a few pictures of a woman I have never met, but is one of my Heroes.  She is truly beautiful.  I love that at her age she still isn't "Grown-Up" and she is still as loud, and fun as ever!  So this post is to her, where ever she is, and whomever she is.  She inspires me, and I hope I still dress like this and am as fabulous as she is when I'm her age!  Hopefully by then, I'll figure out what I want to be when I'm "Grown-Up".