Maybe it's because I'm 40. Maybe it's because I'm crawling out of the day-to-day trench work of mothering young children. Maybe it's my friend Megan's influence.
Whatever.
My style is emerging.
And I like it.
Today, I have parent-teacher conferences, coffee with friends, karate and Target on my schedule. It's not a day for staying home, for being cozy in jeans and a t-shirt.
Today needs a take-charge attitude, a bit of sass.
Today needs boots. It needs black.
And because I'm feeling a little French thanks to this post, I paired it with a skirt, which is very uncharacteristic of me. I'm normally a jeans girl. Like, always a jeans girl.
But I like it. I like this outfit.
I hardly recognize myself.
Yet I've never felt more like me.
(Is it OK to wear the boots with socks showing like this? I think so. Corey was a little thrown.)
Today, I'm dressing for the day I want to have, not the day that wants to have me. Want to play? My friend Abby issues the challenge every Wednesday.
