I like to play with my clothes. Keeps me happy.
I’m not going to call it a guilty pleasure, because we’re all third-wave feminists around here.

So this is us having fun, my clothes and I.
I call my style “reformed cult member out for a contemporary surrealistic art vernissage followed by portentous private séance”.
Definitely not “mother of two on a grocery and Target run followed by early dinner and bed”.