I saw a little boy the other day carrying a pink purse over his shoulder. I wanted to go over and high five his mother, but I restrained myself. Having been a weird kid myself–I often wore the most hideous outfits culled from thrift stores and discount stores, including hoodies from Farm & Fleet and slips I wore as skirts–I appreciated that this child’s mother allowed him to leave the house with his pink purse.
The part of my personality that appreciate that little boy’s style is also eager to read a book that’s coming out in December, The Boy in the Dress by David Walliams (I discovered it via Worth the Trip). It’s about a soccer playing boy who likes to wear dresses, and it’s illustrated by Quentin Blake; really, what’s not to love?