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I was having a conversation with a few of my wonderfully stylish vintage-wearing friends recently and they all described their aesthetic as being a combination of opposites, such as romantic meets tough biker chick. And all I could come up with to describe my own style is "feminine meets feminine meets feminine." Which, in a funny way, is my way of being rebellious. Dressing head to toe feminine, dressing up in general, is something a lot of people seem to shy away from. Obviously things are slightly (delightfully!) skewed in the "blogging world," but in the "real world" I am a bit of a lace-wearing anomaly. I feel more comfortable in my vintage party dresses, flower crowns, and full skirts than I do in anything that could be described as casual. Every time I pass by a rack of jeans in a store without so much as a glance I feel relieved to know exactly what I want to be wearing, and to be old enough to wear my fripperies without any hesitation or insecurity. Chalk one up for aging!