Sometimes it bums me out a little that I don’t really have a defined style. I feel like that’s something I should have by this age; a look that is more my own. But maybe that’s just the result of too many years of taking those ‘Define Your Style!!!’ quizzes in magazines (quizzes I never finished because I just wanted to pick all the answers). Perhaps it’s fine to be a little eclectic? Or even a little manic??
All that to say, I doubt I’ll ever choose between my penchant for east coast preppiness and west coast funky-boho. If I were more savvy, I’d have found a way to meld the two. However, mostly I just switch it up one day to the next. Obviously this day I was feeling a little LA-street-urchin.