So I'm just gonna go right ahead and entirely counteract everything I whined about in Monday's snooty little Coachella post because...
I admit it,
Dressing up is fun.
In fact, I do it pretty much everyday.
I wake up, stare at my war-zone of a closet, and decide what part of my
octa bi-polar self I feel like materially channeling as I roam the dungeon-like classrooms romantic city streets of Madison, Wisconsin.
True, most days it's inevitably that part of myself that loves baggy tops and pregnant-mom reminiscent leggings.
I venture so far as to punkify, hippify and, yes folks, even de-birthcontrollify, my physical being to embody the traits of that part of me I temporarily wish held sway over the domineering geek within.
Regardless of the fact that I ultimately return to ill-fitting glasses, equestrian-themed footwear, and some derivation or another of a sheep's sorely missed exterior (PETA <3's me), I wouldn't trade my time exploring those little remnants of my alter-ego(s) for the world.
|Wearing: shirt: Trafaluc, pants: J. Crew, rest: unknown|
So I present to you Anastasia - in a me-styled ensemble. Who is she? Well,
Who am I?
Who are you?