Nowadays I dream shop by filling online carts with sale items at Madewell, Anthropologie, and Tattly (and never buying them). But sometimes, due to the rare online order, I will be mailed a slew of catalogs.
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| Damn you, organic cotton sleep shirt purchase! Look what you have wrought! |
The catalogs aimed at me these days don't showcase enough merchandise to get my mind dancing. Picking just one thing is too easy.
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| Cape up top. Red vest below. |
I'm also mailed catalogs for kid clothing. Flipping through one I finally realized, I want to dress like a kid forever! Kids get the fun stuff.
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| Dog raincoat! |
Finally an array of clothing I can dream about!
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| I choose the striped leggings with the pink knee-pads. |
Dressing like our inner 5-year old reminds me of dressing myself at Burningman.
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| Houndstooth skirt, striped leggings, striped socks, faux fur vest, and fanny pack. Legit style right here. |
What I love most about Burningman, this crazy yearly festival in the desert, is that people are silently encouraged to dress as outrageously as they want to. No rules. No judgement. It can be intimidating at first, but you get the hang of it. Every day, twice a day (morning and night, because they are two totally different temperatures), you pick out all your own clothes from amongst all the dress-up bins you have access to. And no one says, NO, you're not leaving the house like that. Go back and change!
I don't recall having the luxury of picking out weird outfits for myself as a kid. Then I had a school uniform, followed by years and years of (not) figuring out my style.
Now I know. I want to always dress like a happy, carefree kid. Social pressure and norms aside, why the hell not? Maybe I'll also mix in a few art teacher vibes, some preppy tomboy, and rock 'n' roll. Just imagine!
What does your inner kid want to wear today? Mine has called for purple sneakers, two slightly different shades of red nail polish (one on each hand), and otherwise head-to-toe blue. Tomorrow, polka dots.
