Stomp

Pirate shoes yuu guuuuuuuuuuuuuise! If I wasn't prone to tripping over my own feet IN FLATS, I'd be all over these like a whore on cocks. So pretty ;_;

On a semi-related note, reading egl lately has made me grateful for the fact that my friends and family don't get weirded out by the odd petticoat or head eating bow. I remember during the brief period that I hung out with other goths during my teenage years, topics of conversation would frequently centre on how they had to sneak out of the house in a coat on to hide their attire or that their friends wouldn't hang out with them if they were donning fishnets. My mother always loved my goth outfits because she went over to London in the swinging 60's and fell in love with over-the-top, outrageous clothing. A couple of my friends gave me grief in high school when I rocked up wearing *cringe* black lippy on free dress day, but it was all in good fun. Nowadays I've got a wonderful boyfriend who adores my styles (and has oggled Aristo himself), friends who are happy to be seen in public with me (unless I've had a few drinks and am singing The Mammas and the Pappas at the top of my lungs), and a family who really isn't used to seeing me any other way and would be freaked out if I ever wore pastels. It's pretty sweet.

The only thing that bugs me is that once you reach a certain age, many people get looked down on for dressing in 'youth trends'. As my quater century fast approaches, I can't help but feel that niggling sense that it's time to grow up and dress like a typical adult. People say to be yourself, but when others judge you as being immature before even getting to know you... shit sucks, yo. The trouble is, I've been dressing oddly for so long that everything I see in the shops just looks so boring :/ Le sigh...