I can't count how many times I've heard fellow 20-somethings saying things like, "I'll get it together someday," or "I'm just waiting for my real life to start." I keep wondering, "How do we know when we should stop waiting? Will someone send me a Hallmark card to let me know? Can I set an alarm?"
The photo above is of my cousins' paternal grandmother, Nancy Sheriff. She's not my biological grandma (Madeline -- who is also awesome, natch.), but she's been a part of my life and family since the day I was born.
Looking at this photo of Nancy, it becomes obvious that style isn't something you grow into. "Real life" doesn't have a starting point, and waiting for arbitrary milestones to arrive is probably the worst way you can spend it.
Dryly witty to this day, one of my favorite Nancy stories happened at Thanksgiving a few years back as my boyfriend Eric poured Nancy a (pretty stingy) glass of wine. Her droll reply:
"Eric, you're a good man, but a conservative wine-pour. A little more, please?"I'd like to think that Nancy has spent the last 90-odd years savoring a full pour of everything life threw at her, and I hope that I will too.
Image: Courtesy of the Sheriff family