Now that I’m officially in my Early Thirties, I’ve found myself thinking a lot about what it means to be an woman. I mean, like, a real grown up lady. I don’t mean woman in the support-top pantyhose, minivan, white wine spritzer sense of the word. I’m talking about being a female who is in possession of all the knowledge, skills and paraphernalia that she needs to make her way in the world. Here’s what I want in my proverbial toolkit:
The perfect little black dress
Cliche? Yes. Still useful? Also yes. Perfect for weddings, cocktail parties, graduations, walking on the beach after any of the above with the cutie you just met.
Shoes that cost more than a hundred bucks
Preferably, they will work with the perfect little black dress, your favorite jeans and that vintage pencil skirt.
For globetrotting and impromptu tequila runs. Or maple syrup runs.
A tool kit
Because you can only hammer nails with the soles of your shoes for so long before it’s embarrassing.
For book shelf hanging, hanging lamps, drilling a hole into your neighbor’s apartment for better snooping. Wait. What?
Samantha Jones would be disappointed in any modern girl without one.
A gorgeous piece of jewelry you bought for yourself
it doesn’t have to be expensive, it just needs to thrill you.
A set of professional photos in which you look amazing
Because we don’t usually get cuter as we age. Capture the hotness now!
A hardcover set of your favorite books
I’m working on an Anne of Green Gables collection
and all the Kurt Vonnegut books.
Mine will read Ms. Von and be filled with Suntory whiskey. What about you?
A fantastic matching bra and underwear set
you can wear it under your U of M sweats and feel smug and secretly sexy.
A really good set of luggage
I’m counting my REI backpack. But LV roll-y suitcases work, too.
A bank account with enough money for a cushion
In this economy, it just makes sense, eh? (P.S. how to save up for big ticket items)
Skincare products you love
Because you can’t hide your affinity for sun bathing sans sunscreen.
A good planner
For lists. Duh.