So I was lucky enough to be sent loads of great stuff from my boyfriend (OK he doesn't know we are boyfriend and girlfriend yet, but, you know, long distance relationships are hard.) Jack had sent me lots of cool clothes. So I am comfortable in my femininity and like throwing the ladies from the neighborhood off track a little. Good to keep people guessing. As if a girl can't wear a tractor shirt!
Come on, its 2012, people. We are way beyond blue and pinks of the yester-year defining our genders, right? So I had been wearing my "boyfriend" Jacks hand me downs, when I realized, hey, I'm not gonna be a size newborn much longer! So I told my mom, "Stop saving that party dress for a special occasion!" It was in the closet, prestine and unworn. No use in saving it for some vague future event. Before you know it I'll be wearing 6 month old clothes!
The most special ocassion is TODAY. I am a live-in-the-moment-type-of-girl. So everybody, I say, pull out that special dress or favorite toy and lets party like, well, like we are at a party. I am going to wear party dresses to the grocery store and if I spit up or poop on them, hey, so be it.
I'm totally serious. Opal
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