So unless you live under a rock, AKA don’t follow me on any social media at all: I TURNED 25 LAST FRIDAY. Cray cray, right? A whole quarter of a century under my belt. The weekend of celebrations kicked off on Thursday of last week. I…
…came home from work to these surprise goodies that my sister baked for me. One word: Funfetti. Homegirl did good. Everybody knows that birthday calories don’t count (I told myself, as I ate the “H” and the “A”).
…said bye bye to blonde, and welcomed back my ombré. Change-back is good.
…celebrated my birthday wearing my favorite long sleeved romper from ASTR. Almost froze to death at the ripe age of 25, but at least it would’ve been in this:
…experienced this Maryland Crab Bennie from Clear Sky Cafe. DEE to the LICIOUS.
…have my favorite person in the world to thank for the best birthday staycation weekend ever. Thank you for showing me that whether we’re as far as 10 hours away from where we live or as little as 10 minutes, it doesn’t matter – we’re going to have a great time.
…celebrated with all of these beautiful people:
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