indecorum

Tonight, in the store that smelled of citrus, I lightly touched the $10 teacups, and ruffled the $200 dresses, and then caught sight of my chipped nail polish. I paused, and curled my fingers into light fists. I was suddenly aware of my old flannel  and my scuffed converse. In that airy place of light and sparkle, I felt distinctly out of place and inelegant. I felt like something decidedly less than lovely.

{photo from Anthropologie}