Another Era Loading...The Many Lives of My Aesthetic
- Nov 27, 2025
- 3 min read
Over the last decade, my aesthetic has changed more times than I can count. My late teen years and early twenties were basically me trying to figure out who I was. My sense of style, decor, even my color palette—everything was all over the place and it drove me insane. I felt like I couldn't catch up to who I was supposed to be. (My Libra moon...yet again.)
By 23, something, somewhere clicked. My aesthetic shifted into all neutrals. White, brown, black, beige—my clothes, my room—color simply no longer existed to me. Everything softened into this calm, clean monochrome. And honestly, I still adore that aesthetic. I love the way it feels, the way it looks.
Then 26 arrived. My life changed drastically, and with it, color managed to sneak back in. First in little pops—blues, pinks, reds—then eventually it felt like color was back in full swing again but different than before.
And now? I'm 28, almost 29, looking around my apartment at every piece of furniture like I'm in a breakup montage. I want change again. It's exhausting trying to keep up with myself. I love so many styles. I wish I had eight different apartments just so I could give them all a chance to be beautiful.
A few months back, a good friend of mine recommended Tammy Mai's channel to me, and I've been trying to keep up with her new videos. She's so aesthetically pleasing in a refreshing, calm, collected way without trying too hard. The more I watched, the more I realized how much I
loved her decor style in the background.
By the time I admitted it, I was already obsessed. It's like I continuous unlock new portions of myself in regard to style.
Naturally, I've drifted back toward neutrals again—but in a new way. Color has somewhat started to feel overwhelming, like it added noise instead of comfort. Lately I am really loving browns and soft blues. Grays. Black. A little metal. Clean lines. Wood. Simplicity. Low, warm orange lighting against neutral walls. It feels grounding.
It's taking everything in me not to list all of my big furniture on Facebook Marketplace and I truly mean that. Every time I bring the idea up, my family hits me with, "Olive, what the hell would you sleep on if you sold your bed AND your couch???" They keep me sane. Barely.
I've come to recognize that a lot, A LOT of what I'm looking for is probably sitting on Marketplace right this second, and somewhere far away from me, in a big city where all the coolest furniture resides lol.
So much of my life is shifting—and fast. Some changes are happening to me; others I feel pulled to create for myself. The closer I get to 30, the more excited I am to meet the next version of me. To experience my Saturn Return in the most beautiful ways. To step into a new backdrop, with a new setting, a different cast of characters. I'm ready for the next season. I feel like a runner waiting to take off.
This blog might sound like it's just about aesthetics—but this is all I've been talking about lately and it's pouring into all of my work.
If my furniture keeps changing, is it my aesthetic that's evolving—or is it me who's moving on?
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