j'ai vingt ans

The last time I wrote, my words were celebrating my sweet momma and a turn of age for her.  In keeping with the theme, this time I'm writing on my own birthday.  That's right!  A week ago today I celebrated my 20th birthday!  Now don't get too excited.  There aren't very many things that come with being twenty...other than the fact that my age no longer begins with a "1" and that I can no longer be considered a "silly teenager."  When people asked if I felt any older, my response was, "No, not necessarily.  I've just been around for two decades now...that's a bit eery."  However, I've had all of seven days to soak in the feelings of being twenty, and let me tell ya, it feels great!  I'm one step closer to being an adult.  I'm focusing more on my future and what I want to get & give in this life.  If all goes as planned, many wonderful things will happen in my 20's:  Graduating.  Move to NYC.  Big girl job.  Marriage.  And maybe even a baby or two?  (Way, way, way towards the latter end of my 20's, don't worry Mom & Dad!)  

As a newfound 20 year old, I'm much more ambitious.  I'm not just talking of things that I want to do, instead, I'm actually doing them.  For instance, I'm working on landing an internship either this summer or the next.  So, I set my goal of applying and messaging fellow fashion folks for intern opportunities once every two days!  Before long, I'll be connected with ample employers, and hopefully I'll have options when the time comes to decide how I'm going to spend my summers.

One other addition to twenty year old Windom is my new Motto:

Be smart.

Be hot.

Be happy.

Be holy. 

Before I finish, I must make a toast to all of my friends who helped me celebrate.  Being twenty wouldn't be the same without you all.  

The festivities were wonderful.  Filled with great friends, good food, and blue hair dye.  Oh, and don't worry, the icing on the cake...my roommates and I put up our Christmas tree!  Holidays all around.  

No matter if you're 12, 20, 42, 62, or 102, you can always find something to celebrate.

be glam.  

PROPS 

Somebody call Avril. 

the best gifts don't come in wrapped packages  

xoxo,

Windom

                     

the ninth of October

October 9th is a very important day for this planet of ours.  It was on this day in 1986 that The Phantom and Christine hit the theatre stage for the very first time in London.  Seventeen years later, the 9th of October marked the grand opening of Mission: Space, found at no other than the happiest place on earth.  While both of these events were major game changers in my book, there is one other happening that outshines them all!  It was on October 9th, 19....(for me to know and you to not find out) that my beautiful mother made her way into the world.  And aren't we glad that she did?

For those of you who haven't had the privilege of meeting my momma, she is the one of the prettiest, funniest, wisest, most compassionate, most creative gals you'll ever stumble upon.  A child of the 70's, she has the best taste in music, and also the best hand-me-downs to pilfer through in her closet.  She's got the vocal chords of an angel, and can pick her way through any acoustic arrangement.

She's always been "a cool mom."  She threw the best birthday party, and makes the best cheese dip.  Qualities I hope to possess one day, when I enter the maternal years.

My mom has always been a best friend, a listener, and a teacher.  She knows me better than anyone.  She's laughed with me, cried with me, smiled with me, and had my back through all stages of my 20 years.  She's been my biggest cheer leader, and also my accountability partner.  She's so beautiful but she doesn't know it.  She taught me from a very early age how important it is to care for others, and constantly amazes me with her heart of gold.

Most importantly, my mother has always been a mentor for my faith.  Many of my junior high and high school memories are filled with me crawling into her bed, late at night, and finding her deeply rooted in her devotion for the day.

I thank God every single day for my wonderful mother.  All the time we hear how I'm her made over, her spittin' image... I hope that goes for the inside as well as the outside.  If I'm one half of the mother that my mom is to me, my kids are going to have it pretty darn good.

Cheers to all of our memories past, and those yet to come.

Happy Birthday to my sweet momma!  I love you more than you know.  Infinite X's and O's.

Win