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Yesterday I turned 27. 27 isn't a landmark birthday. It's not the gatekeeper of some new life endeavor. It isn't a birthday that is meant to be memorable or particularly special. But for some reason I felt compelled to celebrate it a little, at the very least, with the people I love. So I had some friends over for dinner and wine drinkin' and and happy send-offs into the next year of my life.

My dearest Morgan gave me this evil eye pendant from her neighboring botánica, blessed especially for me, and it smells of frankincense and rosewater...

I wore a vintage angel dress and paisley belt and Venessa Arizaga necklace. As the next year of my life starts, I am filled with unbridled optimism at the possibilities that lay ahead. No longer am I confined to the desperate moments of my early twenties. Growing up also means growing out of the youthful chains that constrict us. I am thrilled to see where my new freedom takes me.