As a child I sometimes longed for the day I turned fourteen. The double digit age meant entering high school and joining the cheer squad. At the uneventful age of nineteen, I could hardly wait to turn twenty one. It was at twenty one that I entered a world of newfound freedom. Granted, that freedom was the right to purchase alcohol, but it was freedom nonetheless. Fast-forward four years to 2010, where I am freaking out about turning twenty five. There is nothing exciting about being twenty five. Luckily there is one activity that defies age and guarantees excitement - shopping! My first purchase from ASOS has helped fight my quarter-life crisis. This coral skater skirt exudes playfulness and youth; two traits I fear losing as I near a quarter century. Ok, so maybe I'm being dramatic, but I don't care. Turning twenty five is scary. Thankfully I have this whimsical skirt - and a big glass of red wine - to calm my nerves.