I thought turning 35 was a sure sign that I was old. Like holy shit when did 35 happen?! Like OMG what happened to my ass?! It didn't always look like that, did it?! And when did my boobs start looking like that?! But it wasn't seeing my ass in the mirror or my age written down that made me feel old....nope, it was this year's Christmas gift that arrived yesterday. The gift was one of my silverware place settings and some matching serving utensils. Yep. That was it, that's the thing that officially made me feel old. One it made me realize my everyday silverware comes in place settings....it's not plastic, it's not mismatched, it's like real grown up people silverware. And two, that my mom thought of all the things I might need/want she chose to buy me silverware. No stocking stuffed with nail polish and make-up and goofy socks. No fun piece of technology all the kids are getting these days.
Nope-silverware! And serving pieces!