Many years ago my friend Tim Chow gently pointed out that I must really like stripes. "Really?" I said and looked over my wardrobe only to discover that he was right. I had many striped shirts in my possession, and I continue to like stripes in much the same way my grandmother keeps to her leopard print. There is something crisp and adventurous about them.
It isn't the easiest thing to dress up here. People already tend to stare because I am fair, different from the local population, and then there is my red hair, my height, my unusual clothes; and sometimes I feel their glances keenly and I wonder if I should just give up altogether, slip back into the crowd, avoid being noticed. But something in me refuses to bow to conformity.
Mamma doesn't like it when I put my hair up. She says it makes me look too old-fashioned, but I always tell her that's the point. I've always wanted to be a character in one of my stories, and that will never happen unless I, in the words of Jean Luc Picard, "make it so."
It isn't the easiest thing to dress up here. People already tend to stare because I am fair, different from the local population, and then there is my red hair, my height, my unusual clothes; and sometimes I feel their glances keenly and I wonder if I should just give up altogether, slip back into the crowd, avoid being noticed. But something in me refuses to bow to conformity.
Mamma doesn't like it when I put my hair up. She says it makes me look too old-fashioned, but I always tell her that's the point. I've always wanted to be a character in one of my stories, and that will never happen unless I, in the words of Jean Luc Picard, "make it so."
2 comments:
I really like your hair up. And LOVE the outfit both the top and the dress.
Thank you, Yire!
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