Today I turn the ripe age of 24 so I decided to dress like a Victorian altar boy and say ALL of the prayers in the world to try and stop me growing older and people (like my grandparents and that woman in Tesco) now being under the impression I should be basically an IRL adult.
It dawned on me recently that I will only be able to have a 16-25 railcard for another year – whoever designed that system obviously feels that by 25 you should have your life together enough to be able to afford full-price rail fares. How wrong you are buddy.
So Happy Birthday to me (am I allowed to congratulate myself?) and heres to being as old as you feel, not as old as National Rail expects you to behave…
Blouse – Isabel Marant
Jeans – Topshop