Vancouver (and some times Los Angeles) weirdo wears stuff, takes pictures, makes fashion blog.

Dress Your Age

polka dot romper h&m
Hola everyone! I skipped a week (or has it been two?!) because I've been hustling my patootie off, and I'm loving it! But work aside, there's a topic that I really want to talk about, and that's the concept of dressing one's age -- a concept that wholly escapes me.

When I walk through through a store, I inevitably gravitate towards the kid's section. Why? THE COLORS! THE CUTE PRINTS! THE SHINY SPARKLES! Have you noticed that there's always a stark difference in the color palettes between the kid's section and the adult section? It's like walking from a funeral straight to a birthday party. Whoever decided that being a grown up means giving up vibrant colors should be strung up like a pinata and spanked.

And yes, while kid's clothes fit funny on a full grown adult, I still tend to buy them... a lot of them. Probably too much for my own good. When the cashiers ring me up and sometimes ask, "Are these for you?" I look down at my glittery kitten print shirts and ask them right back, "Gee what ever gave you that idea?" I used to feel a bit self conscious about this, but after a while I basically just relented to the fact that I'll never not like bright colors and prints. And if the kid's section is where I can find what resonates with me, then so be it!

ruffle off shoulder romper
There have been occasions when I walked down the street and see a toddler in the same shirt as me, and that nagging thought of maybe I should grow up at some point flashes in my mind. But then again, it also means that toddler is super fly and I give them a thumbs up.

For a while, it was a constant battle of insecurity and wanting to flaunt what I love about fashion -- variety, boldness, personality. At the end of the day, flaunting wins. If I don't say anything, no one can tell what section of a store I got my clothes from. In fact, the most compliments I've gotten on what I wear are things I picked out from the children's side.

jumpin' jumpin'
And yes, this romper was from the kid's section. It was actually quite a surprise that I fit into it without getting a wedgie the size of the Grand Canyon.

So the moral of the story is, if I fits, I friggin buy it and love it and wear it and I don't really give a flying pony's ass what anyone says about it.

Now if only I can squeeze into kid size shoes...

Photo cred: Meghan Latta @discomoon | EditingMe!
Outfit details: Romper: H&M | Jacket: Billabong | Shoes: Thrifted | Sunglasses: Ruffles
2 comments on "Dress Your Age"
  1. YOU LOOK AMAZING GIRLLL!! I loved all the pics, they turned out so funny and cute <333