Too old for something

I think it starts…

In a black jeans suit, white sweater with a stripe, black beret on and Dr. Martens on, Annabelle walked in this morning. But really, you think: wow, what a nice ensemble you pulled out of the closet. Just not for me. I've been having these kinds of thoughts lately. That I think: I'm a bit too old for that. I'm thirty and one year old, you should know.

I can appreciate a shirt with a witty slogan and I also like those with an artistic print. But sometimes a text just doesn't work anymore, I think. For example, ‘L'amour’ is still quite okay, but ‘Love’ quickly becomes a bit cheesy. And the emblem of an old-fashioned rock band is fine (because you actually know their repertoire), but the name of a famous university is heading towards pathetic. Even though I stretched my studies to infinity, I haven't fallen asleep in a lecture hall on Friday morning for at least five (probably six) years. I used to be particularly skilled at that. I still chuckle at ‘Namastay in bed’, but when you're 30+ it comes off as lazy. Simone gets this, she's also in the phase. Peers.

I just like bare arms, especially if you have nice ones, like Michelle Obama. A bikini should always be acceptable, I think, especially if you only have a little roll over the waistband. But shorts? Until when is that actually acceptable? I think I can pull that off on the boat or on vacation, but is that really so? And what about the crop top, for when I've trained a flat, non-belly? I don't know. It feels a bit outdated. What do you think?