I tried them all on, and a few need to be returned, because they are too big. But, oh, am I in love with a few of the tops I got. They are more feminine than I’ve ever dreamt I would like. But I adore them! (I was the punk rock girl in high school with blue hair and a nose ring and always wore Green Day tee-shirts with Doc Martens.) I’m liking this foray into discovering/unearthing my new style. I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I DO like being feminine at times. Now, I should state there are limits.
I like feminine but not “girly.” And I prefer functional. I am appreciating feminine in a whole new way. I think I erroneously always believed that feminine also had connotations of silly, flighty, flirty, subservient, docile, etc. Ten years ago, my “feminine” garb consisted of torn fishnet tights and a mini-skirt.
I’m sure somewhere within me a small part of that punk rock girl exists. She just no longer feels the need to wear it on her sleeve. I guess this is growing up. And I’ve redefined what feminine means to me. I can be cute but strong simultaneously.
I can’t wait for spring to arrive, so I can start wearing some of these clothes!