Ladylike…

To be honest, I am not a fan of this outfit at all.  But it was Monday morning, this was clean, yada, yada, yada.  So I grabbed this, threw it,  and headed out the door.  Easy.  Not a true representation of how I have been feeling these days, but still representative of a side in me.  That conformist, conservative lady that seeks the sun sometimes.  Rarely am I inclined to allow her time to play, but when she comes out, I cherish my time with her.  I’m all flirty, submissive, batting my eyelashes, girly on those days.  All day at work, people commented on how “ladylike” I looked; which is code for “professional; why can’t you dress like this all the time; how a woman your age should look;  like a Teacher; etc.”  I love giving the world a taste of this lady lurking beneath the surface, only to allow her to rest for a while before she resurfaces.  A long while…