Every so often I go through this phase where I tell myself I'm going to dress more like an adult. I try to control the inspiration I seed on my Tumblr; seeking bloggers and street fashion photographs that offer the moderately more mature approach to personal style I'm seeking. But inevitably after a day or two I find a photograph of a girl in a skater dress with a flower crown that I just can't resist sharing. I have my preferences after all. Part of me is rather disappointed that I backslid into this polka dotted dress worthy of Minnie Mouse, but the greater part of me doesn't really care. After all, so many rules on how to dress for your age are based on the premise that there's this right look and wrong look for people--enjoying your clothes is the only "look" I truly care about.