Sometimes (usually when I'm tired and lacking better judgement) my inner kindergartner busts out an I-just-jumped-out-of-the-crayon-box-colored ensemble. Magenta, sunshiney yellow, hot pink, green—it's like my 5-year-old self's dream outfit. And I end up at work (in NYC mind you, where it's practically a sea of black and navy) getting a lot of "Oh, what a... bright outfit" and awkward side glances. So what if I dress like a kindergartner? After all, all I really need to know I learned in kindergarten. You know, like to take naps, share, flush, say sorry—that sort of thing.
Now you tell me, do you ever find yourself dressed like you're five—and loving it?