To be honest, I am not a fan of this outfit at all. But it was Monday morning, this was clean, yada, yada, yada. So I grabbed this, threw it, and headed out the door. Easy. Not a true representation of how I have been feeling these days, but still representative of a side in me. That conformist, conservative lady that seeks the sun sometimes. Rarely am I inclined to allow her time to play, but when she comes out, I cherish my time with her. I’m all flirty, submissive, batting my eyelashes, girly on those days. All day at work, people commented on how “ladylike” I looked; which is code for “professional; why can’t you dress like this all the time; how a woman your age should look; like a Teacher; etc.” I love giving the world a taste of this lady lurking beneath the surface, only to allow her to rest for a while before she resurfaces. A long while…
