I’ve always felt that traditionally male clothes don’t provide the same opportunity to be pretty. Sure, you can be handsome, or even attractive, but there just isn’t the same opportunity for flamboyance and joy that is offered to the more feminine side of the clothing world.
Then I realized that just because I’m a grown up doesn’t mean that I can’t play dress-up. In fact, more so than ever, being a grown-up means I can do whatever the heck I want.
If I want to buy a tutu and wear it, who’s to stop me? If I want to wear a funky rainbow wig, why shouldn’t I?
To some extent, this way madness lies. But I decided that I didn’t just want to be handsome, or attractive: I want to try to be pretty. Over the past year, I’ve experimented with a bunch of different ways of doing that – some more effective than others. Looking back on it, I decided that I wanted to share how I got to where I did – and how I felt about doing it. Maybe you’ll learn something, or maybe this will just be for me, but even if it’s just for me, it felt worth writing down, so here we are.
