During the weeks and days leading up to my 30th birthday, I found myself thinking about the number more and more. Not in a negative way. Rather in a very self-reflecting manner. I thought a lot about the person I have become over the past decade(s), the relationships and career that I have built for myself, the places I have gotten to visit at such a young age and the way that I am thankful for all of the above.
Growing up, I always found myself excited to get older. I always found adults more interesting than the other kids at parties. I loved the thought of making my own money and building a home. Now, at 30, I can honestly say, there is no other age I’d rather be.
It might sound like just another cheesy Pinterest quote, but you really are the architect of your own fortune. I strongly believe in the power of vision and I strongly believe in karma. This birthday was the best proof of that!
On the weekend, I celebrated my 30th birthday surrounded by all the people that mean the most to me. Those, that have touched my life in an extra special way. Even though I am not the emotional type, I found myself tearing up over and over again, because I was so overwhelmed by the happiness and appreciation I felt for the way my life, friendships and job has turned out at this exact age. And before I share some of my favorite memories of the celebration, captured by one of my wonderful friends Patrick, with you, I wanted to leave you with something my mom (who is a strong advocate of birthday celebrations) has always taught us kids: Getting older is a privilege that not everyone is fortunate enough to experience. Hence, every birthday is a blessing and every year we grow older should be celebrated.
About the Party:
When I started planning my birthday, I knew from the very beginning that I did not want to celebrate at a public space. To me, there is no better combination than good food in even better company. For the location, I wanted something unpretentious and cool in a casual way. I have always loved the loft-y feel of the WUK in Vienna’s 9th district. I wanted one big, long table for everyone. For the dresscode, I wanted it to feel elegant, which I described as “suits, dresses and all the other fancy stuff” on the invite. And as far as the food was concerned, I didn’t want just any caterer, I wanted my favorite restaurant in Vienna: Mochi.
I created the menu cards and invite from a template I purchased online and a dear friend was kind enough to print them at his work. The vases for the table were rinsed glass-bottles from a friend’s 5-day juice cleanse. The 16 meter table cloth was a single piece of fabric I purchased on Amazon and the #vicky1989 details were a surprise delivery from Die Macherei.
In the end, the party was everything I had hoped for and so much more.
my outfit details: MANGO dress (old) / SIMONE ROCHA hair clip / STUART WEITZMAN sockboots
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*photos by Patrick Langwallner