Real Mature

So, I hate to get all mushy-gushy here (that's a lie, mushy-gushy posts are the best and I love them dearly), I just wanted to say how much I appreciated your feedback and thoughts on my last post. I definitely got teary (or, uh, maybe outright cried. Maybe.) when I read your sweet, supportive words. My life is in this weird transitional space right now, and it's really rather wonderful to be a part of this community, and to be able to share all of my messy experiences with you all.

I suppose I should talk about what I'm wearing now. Yesterday, it came up at work (read: I brought it up because I'm ridiculous) that my birthday is fairly soon, and that I'm going to be 20, to which one of my bosses was all "We've got a kid on our hands!" or something to that extent. And of course, I replied in my most dignified, adult (read: whiny baby) that I was not, in fact, a kid, and that 20 is a very adult age to be. As you can see, today I am wearing a large bow in my hair and a top covered in tiny deer, and (as you'll see if you scroll down) am twirling like a ballerina just for the heck of it. Clearly, I am well on my way to adulthood.

Blouse/dress: H&M, Skirt: Forever 21, Shoes: Urban Outfitters, Jean Jacket: Salvation Army, Bow: Bethany









Until tomorrow,
Nicole