The Rain In Spain Is Mainly From Champagne!

Thursday night the Huz and I are off to Madrid for a long weekend of celebrating my 30th!

I can't wait to visit the renowned art museums of Madrid, drink and eat my way through the city, hunt down some cool Euro flea market finds and just soak it all in!  And I can't think of anyone I'd rather spend it with than my wonderful, sweet husband. Some people might like huge bashes for their birthday, but all I need is a hot man and a cold glass of champagne.

Here's a pic of the balcony of the hotel we'll be staying in.  When Jon and I visited Barcelona a couple years ago one of our favorite memories was drinking cava and eating pastries on our balcony. I am officially making this a Spanish tradition.

Where should we go? What should we see? Just because I'm 30 doesn't mean I'm all of a sudden cured of procrastination. I'll be putting together something resembling an itinerary tomorrow so let me know what needs to be on the list!

¡Ciao! (Yeah, I know that's Italian but Spaniards say it too)

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30 Years Old

My birthday is coming up this Friday (eek!) and I'm turning 30. Along with the requisite celebration, I can't help but feel like this rite of passage must be lined with ever-the-more meaningful gifts- ones that will usher me into a far more insightful, lucrative and classy decade. A decade of champagne budgets (or at least Prosecco budgets, which are better than beer budgets) and friends with beach houses.

Of course I would judge a birthday by gifts- it's the American way. My 20's were all about designer jeans, a bag with some kind of label on it and shoes that gave me a lifetime of deformities and permanent PTSD (but oh so pretty, right Jimmy Choo?).  Somehow I've learned a few things over the past 10 years, and I'm ready to leave that all behind and welcome my 30's with toned calves and practical flats.  Learn from my list of what every 30 year old woman needs and deserves:

A Good Haircut (and Color and Hair Tools)

I recently spent a horrifying amount of money on a haircut and color. And guess what: I'm hooked. It was WORTH IT because I wear it every day and I fucking love compliments. If you fucking love compliments too, consider splurging. This goes for hair tools as well...
I love my Christophe Robin Shade Variation Care (from Woodley & Bunny, where I got my highlights & cut) and this T3 ceramic hair curler that doesn't give you that tell-tale Dance Recital crimp.

Nice lingerie

There's no shame in sexy time in your 30's. Even if you're unmarried it's like, um the jig is up. And I AM married so that jig is so up it's down. There was no sexual innuendo there, for the record. What there was, is a great excuse to buy something gorgeous for a bod that's still got some hot. Check out True & Co., an excellent online fitting resource and shopping site- they are awesome.

Quality Lotions & Potions (1, 2, 3)

Get out of the drugstore now. Your sun-damaged, severely dehydrated, alcohol-poisoned face is just waiting for the crows to come home and walk all over your eyelids. And the ass skin- I'm sure it's not getting any better.  It's time to buy good lotions with SPF like you knew you were supposed to do in your 20's but didn't. Nice lotions and skin products also have good perfumes in them so they don't smell like glade plug-in candles. My wedding makeup artist Sally Duvall recommends these affordable goodies, and she has gorgeous skin!

An Hermes silk scarf

Accessorizing is an art. Hermes silk scarves are pieces of art in themselves. They can be worn around the neck, as shoulder straps, tops, head scarves or belts and they are TIMELESS. A bit of a splurge but no one regrets Hermes.

A Really Nice Couch

Like my increasingly temperamental backside, the boho dropcloth look is getting old. It's time to buy a good quality couch that doesn't need to hide under a huge piece of draped fabric. It's a big purchase, but I'm a big girl now.

Something Gloriously Impractical and Youthful

I just HAD to have this tulle skirt. It's kind of ridiculous because really, when am I going to wear a tutu? But then I will, because I do shit like that. And it'll look awesome in my opinion and I won't care about anyone else's so there. Plus, it evokes memories of ballet dancing as a child, and romantic Pinterest photos and Paris because people probably wear tutus to the dentist in Paris.

What am I forgetting? What else does one need to gracefully transition from the third to the fourth decade?
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-prioritize / focus / time management
-get clothes tailored

Focus on running:
- break 3:20 in marathon
- half marathon sub-1:32

Running Process Resolutions:

- stretch after every run 
- pushups every day 
- more strength training 
- keep a training log 
- more easy running

Develop blog as a business
-network / outreach

Blog Process Resolutions:

-at least 5 posts/week
-further develop my voice, aesthetic & point of view

Inevitably this post on resolutions is going to turn into a discussion on time management, discipline and self-respect.  And turning 30 in less than a month. All seemingly separate concepts that have somehow encircled me like Frankenstein vines of my own creation that, ironically, were meant to set me free but are now gradually squeezing the life out of me.

You see, I created this blog because I know I have more to offer the world, or at least myself. I love design and I have really good taste (if I do say so myself... and you know I always do say so) but until about 6 months ago that didn't really mean anything. I don't have an art degree, I didn't have an influential friend to vouch for me or even a non-influential one. But that's never stopped me before... so I decided to make something from nothing and started this blog.

And it has been amazing and fulfilling and humbling and really fucking hard. Looking at a blog as more than a "blog;" as an opportunity toward your future isn't easy; you have to devote the attention and discipline to see it through. And I know I've been less than stellar on the discipline because, well, I'm a lousy employee to myself and a really lenient boss to myself. It's not like you, my readers, are going to tell me to get my ass in gear- that's not your job. And I'm never going to fire myself. But I want to honor my business relationship with myself this year.

So part of learning discipline and self-respect, and part of growing up, is focusing. This year I need to close of flood gates of self-improvement that unlatch every January 1st upon my consciousness (I'd really like to buy a neon bra and have abs and someday I want to write a spec script for Girls and I want to learn how to sew, or at least know someone who knows how to sew and learn how to cook so my mother will stop pitying my husband...).

So I've made some decisions:
1.) I am running the Boston Marathon on April 15th- this is a commitment I have earned by qualifying for this race in 2010, and then again in 2011. I was signed up to run last year's race a week before my wedding (hello? time management?) but dropped out two days before the race due to the projected 90 degree temps on race day. It's very important to me that I have a good race, after having a lousy running season last year.

2.) I am an all or nothing type of person. Commitment and focus go hand-in-hand for me. And I can't focus really well on two things at a time. Last year was a perfect example of why this doesn't work; I bounced between focusing on running and focusing on blogging about one week at a time, and both suffered as a result.

3.) Therefore, I'm doing resolutions differently this year. I'm splitting them up. I have decided to prioritize my running for the next few months until April 15th. I will kick ass in the Boston Marathon and THEN I will turn my efforts toward this blog with a renewed sense of focus and commitment. I hope you'll wait for me!

4.) And finally, I will go to the tailor more. That is all.

I'll still post here and there over the winter, but I'm allowing myself to be a lame blogger for the time-being. Another contributing factor to this is that I've started contributing to Curbed, and I would like to not suck.

30 is the new 40 people; time for me to grow up just enough to start dying my hair, paying my taxes on time and setting attainable goals. It's the best I can do- and I owe it to my future rich bitch self. Continuously falling short of our own expectations is damaging to our emotional and mental health, and I'm just getting too damn old to put up with someone telling me I'm not good enough to succeed, especially if that someone happens to be my own inner demons.

Here's to 2013- the luckiest fucking year of the century!

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