Having Style

I've been experimenting with this bizarre concept this year. Don't worry! I'm still the same old barbarian Zoe you've always known, but now with the added superpower of being able to look nice when I choose to. The other day when it was just on the cusp of being warm enough to wear a dress, I wore one with leggings under it. Yes, those silly things that end mid-calf that some college-students seem to mistake for pants. And lo, I kind of liked how I looked! Last month, shopping with Val in Chicago, I bought a pair of pointy-toed boots! Today, for a performance, I've got burgundy stockings with subtle flowers on them under a simple black dress with a little cleavage and a couple beads. I almost feel elegant (however, I plan to ruin the whole effect by wearing silly shoes!). Both my dead grandmothers would be pleased. They always wanted a granddaughter who looked cute and beautiful but never got one since my sister and I were too willful to be either of those things. I do not intend to become less willful or more superficial, and I am not willing to give up too much of my time to drying my hair or sifting through clothing. However, being able to look nice is a good addition to my repertoire of impersonations!