Baby Steps

One of my so-called goals after I turned 29 for a second year in a row was to maybe, maybe wear an article of clothing not labeled as a 'tee.'

And so, I give you what I call, The Fancy Sweatshirt.

Except it's a cropped fancy sweatshirt on me. I was going to pair it with heels but lo, I saw my hipster Converse calling and went for it. I might as well be wearing my pegasus sweatshirt, which was a topic of convo one year ago. But I'm not. And that's what counts. Clearly, this whole "trying to dress like an adult" thing is going to be a recurring theme in my life. There could be worse themes, I guess.