12 August 2013
fair weather tomboy
i was never good at playing the tomboy. i think when you're raised with a ragtag team of wild brothers (five of 'em), you seek out ways to distinguish yourself from the wolfpack. so i became girly. stereotypically, obnoxiously girly. i should say, however, that i became very deft at climbing trees in a dress with a book in one hand. and, over the years, my predilection toward the feminine has persisted. i mean, i own pants, but very rarely do they see the light of day. robbie made me get pants the other day -- it'll be good change for you. but honestly, regrettably, i have zero talent for pulling off the casual-cool chick look.
but the other day -- owing almost entirely to the grunge-topia of a free people catalog that landed on my doorstep (and, by the way: they delivered doubles! i love when they deliver doubles! 'twas a sign, methinks…), i tried my hand, once again, at being slightly undone. dressing the part, and the part was adventure. adventure feet deserve adventure boots, i thought, pulling the laces taught & slipping flannel over my florals. because if nothing else, it's fun to be someone else for an afternoon.