It's funny how whenever I dress up, Lady is a Tramp starts playing in my head. I mean it can be cool, and I love doing it from time to time. It just feels like costume, kind of. I refuse to fake and pretend I'm something I'm not. So it only happens once in a long time.
But grown-up clothes like, elegant, sophisticated, toned-down clothes - God I love that! Since my teen years I loved that kind of clothes and wanted to wear it but felt ridiculous in it. So I carefully collected pieces, and waited to feel mature enough for them. And at 26, and more importantly, with all that's behind me - I do feel mature enough. I've earned my pretty clothes.
