Well, my dear friends, it is time that I shed that title. A revelation came to me today. Midway through writing my Socials exam, I realized that.. I didn't really give half a shit what mark I got, or whether I bomb it or if I even knew the stuff. (Okay, I admit, given that the test was on Canada's economy in the 20s, it might that be that big of a revelation. But I digress.)
But- the rebelling (on the inside.. it's what counts right??) didn't start there. It actually started this morning. I had bought a beautiful black eyelet dress from H&M early September, and never had a chance to wear it for a fashion show and tell. Every morning I'd look at it in my closet, all sad and forlorn, looking like a beautiful princess trapped in a tower. So this morning I decided, what the heck, I'll give it a whirl.
Eyelet in winter is totally acceptable.
Also, on the rainboots- I haven't worn those rain boots since every freaking single girl started wearing them. But they're so damn useful. So don't call me a hypocrite please.