#76. Celebrate your 30th birthday with happiness.

HI. It’s been half a year.

I’ve been gone, but these tasks are not forgotten. Just in a queue. That I’ll get to.

Alas, I am 30 and 5 days. What have I done in 30 long years besides read and wander around and be occasionally inebriated? Only the sober will know. Here’s what 30 looks like:

Nix and Squirrel

Birthday Squirrel Sweater with little hands and little pet in the background.

In a last ditch attempt to spend my 30th with people I care about, I whipped up a “Nerdy Thirty” boardgame night at my place and invited all 12 people I know in the Bay Area. Since my day of birth and Christmas are kissing cousins, few were around to attend – this was probably for the best as I left my flat mate, Lauren, zero time to prepare (she’s a doting cook and the best host around)!

In the end, I had a small group of people I care so much about here to entertain my current board game mania while dining on Lauren’s always delicious fare. There was mulled booze, beer, whiskey and wine, and fun was had by all (I presume).

While I had hoped to get to playing Dead of Winter, we spent most of our time fussing over the rules and calling eachother out on BS while playing Coup, a card game that’s advertised to take 15 minutes. After two hours with the first game of Coup, the folks had to call it quits because Tuesday, and I got to relish alone in the fun gifts below.

Lauren gave me this amazing Zombies Have Issues 2016 Calendar that chronicles #ZombieProblems through the months. A coworker, Lee, passed on her favorite books (I totally appreciate these kinds of gifts) plus an awesome AT-AT necklace that I’ll be sure to get loads of use out of. Then lastly, a little something for myself, 7 Wonders, though I cracked it open and decided it was too complex to learn while inebriated and promptly stashed it away.

So yes, achievement achieved. I celebrated my 30th birthday with happiness :)

3.1 (Hundred Dollars) Phillip Lim for Target

Similar to how we all remember where we were and what we were doing when all the big moments in our life happened, I was wasting my morning scrolling through my Facebook feed when I learned that Target was doing a collab with 3.1 Phillip Lim.

At this moment, I believed in reincarnation. I’m telling you – I died, guys.

I watched that promo video over and over, then went in to work (where I was selling some real prime designer threads) to gush to everyone that, hashtag, PhillipLimForTarget was a thing. P Lim, like any progressive designer, has stunning and intricate and downright beautiful stuff… of the likes mere mortals can never afford. Oh, I’ve spent seasons pining over his dresses and sweaters and whimsical printed tunics, and while my job enabled me to exercise a very liberal discount, I’ve yet to add a 3.1 piece to my closet.

OG Pashli Satchel

Not that any of it matters because I’ve never loved a garment the way I love his bags. And I’m not even a purse person.

What I carry my feminine nonsense in is always some combination of cheap and practical. I need a strap, and then like, a zipper. So why am I getting all doe-eyed every moment I pass by a Phillip Lim Pashli bag? Probably because we’re soul mates.

Please feel sorry for me because that sleek and perfect designer handbag on the left is sucking the living $700 right out of me. It’s a many splendid thing, but I’ve had to turn down love because, like Ewan McGreggor, I can’t afford to sleep with it.

Target Pashli

But now there’s a cure for this ridiculous obsession with the Pashli bag, and it’s at Target, like, five hours ago. Hellooooo $35 sloppy-seconds satchel! It’s like the kind of simple sister to the one above, and, honestly, I wish I hadn’t cross compared them because now my cheap bag looks even cheaper.

Whelp, my early-morning ferver has been squandered, however, this only means the dream lives on. I start saving today!But before we get ahead of ourselves, let’s take a look at some of my DEBT!

Here’s what I’ve picked up at 3am from this collaboration:

In truth, I wasn’t able to get my physical hands on the yellow Pashli bag, color-blocked sweater or peplum top. For those, we’re going to have to thank Mom in Hawaii who snuck out of the house in the wee Sunday hours to get the things her daughter couldn’t snag in PST. How she got the mini satchel, I quote, “I have no idea.” I’m calling it a mix of fortune and a recessive ninja gene – And I’m not going to fight genetics.

All in all, Phillip Lim for Target was a circus everywhere, from small towns to the interwebs and isolated tropical islands. I got more than what I expected to, and I didn’t even have to punch anyone in the guts.

Blue Leather Jackets cos, Child, you need that

Blue Leather Jackets. What’s not fascinating about the prospect of a leathered blue. In jacket formation.

A woman came up to me last week and asked for it. “Do you have a blue leather jacket?” And I lost my shit. “…You’re kidding,” I said, because, duh, I’ve got your blue leather jacket right here.

It was Theysken’s Theory that first brought this blue leather nonsense to my attention. Minor correction: It was more like indigo suede, but the statement was there. It’s fibrous softness, padded shoulders and asymmetrical zipper placing were statements to this years’ moto jacket, but man, that blue was the portal to a very warm and fashion-forward heaven. So I died.

My favorite of the following draws from my general bias for Helmut Lang. I love the color blocking and the unusual draping that’s not often seen with leather. And I am curious to see how the Alexander McQueen piece functions and if those pocket details are more silhouette-shaping than they are practical. But, of course, Theysken’s Theory still holds my heart for being the originator, the emotional ground zero from which my fascination stemmed.

But Blue Leather Jackets, man, I’m telling you.

Blue Leather Jackets are a Thing