Style isn’t necessarily what you’re wearing on a great hair day,
when everything is beautiful,
and the sun is shining just at the right angle,
and your clothes and accessories fit to perfection.
True style is what happens when you’re feeling shit inside,
when it’s one of those hard-to-get-out-of-bed days,
but you still do.
I hope that as I grow older, I still wear flowers in my hair,
bright orange lipstick,
and those weird combinations that don’t quite match, but somehow work.
Flea markets filled with wonder,
And charity shops abound with treasures.
It’s the twinkle you wear it with, that matters the most!