Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Ok, mother

This is the kind of outfit that would make my mother say, "Are you really going out like that?"  I always feel more like myself when I don't match, and it drives her crazy.  I promise, this isn't even one of those teenage-rebellion things; she says that I've never matched my clothes, even when I was little.  Stripes and checks, black and brown, warm and cold, dressy and messy.. I love it.  

Completely off topic, when I first saw the selection of 'feminine products' available in Spain, I could not wait to need to buy some.  I'm a sucker for good marketing, I guess.  The bright colors on the packages speak to me like the american versions don't.  These packages scream, 'Look at me, I'm bleeding! Yay, womanhood!', where the american products are the things that you hide under the rest of your groceries.  Maybe I'm overreacting.  But aren't these pretty??

1 comment:

  1. This might be the weirdest thing I have ever said, but those feminine products look AWESOME.