What the Fudgeruckers?

Dudes, I'm having a major problem.

My fashion lusts are at odds with what I consider my style.

Okay, so compared to world hunger and the DOW, it's not even a hill of beans. But my sense of self? My assertion of my physical self? That has been disrupted. I am confused, and a little turned on.

I've said before, I like dark colors, sultry fabrics, alluring textures, seductive details. I dress very sexy, and flirty, and dark. So finding myself coveting whites, froo-froo details, pastels and flowers? Dude, I'm wigging out.

The froo-froo flowers! Why do I want to pair this with my polka dot skirt? DUDE.

Basic pencil skirt, but why do I love the white fabric more than the black?

I usually don't like rings, simply because I constantly lose them. But this? It's.....cutesy. WTF?



I actually think this is pretty badass. But, because of my klutsy tendensies, and habit of headbanging, I'm afraid to wear this. It's pretty, but it would bust the fuck out of my teeth.

Maybe I should embrace this weirdness. Accept that I'm *gasp* getting girly in my age.

And then pigs will fly.

(All items from Forever 21. I'll post links soon.)