Saturday, August 16, 2008

Under the Radar

Usually, the thought of being anything but normal is appealing. There have been times where i would prefer to be worst dressed then to be the wall flower. But as I grow, and in some sence my sence of style matures I start to grow comfortable in being unnoticed. Attention is a tiring affair both bad and good. My wardrobe once was quite shocking bright. Now as I gaze into it i find myself quite calmed by the sight of light pastel pinks, navy, and black. Could be that I am more comfortable with myself, letting my words and personality show I am as bright as my wardrobe used to be. Could be that I might be getting a bit boring. But who decides what's normal and boring anyway?