my kids don't believe I used to hate clothes

I think I did it. I think I found an outfit that's appropriate for work, a hipster event at an opera house, /and/ a neighborhood-fancy French dinner with my best friend.



I think I've fully transitioned from reveling in transgression to almost obsessively appreciating appropriateness in both the abstract and instantiation.

(maintaining, of course, a distinction analogous to the fashion/style contrast)