This is not a new dress (in fact, it’s quite an old one, and thrifted at that), but it’s getting a new lease on life this summer. Bold prints are losing ground in my work wardrobe, but they aren’t leaving my casual one any time soon. All neutrals and no fun make Adina a boring fashun blogger, yes?

Well, if you disagree, that’s alright. I know prints, especially ones this loud, are not everyone’s cuppa and I totally get it. The minimalist in me looks at this dress and runs away screaming “my eyes, my eyes!” And it’s at that point that my inner Mrs. Roper seizes the opportunity to throw it on, and rock the hell out of the “fashion runways” at Superstore.

I’m surely not the only person who can’t quite make up her mind about what her style persona is … so, tell me: how do you reconcile your inner warring style factions?

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You know when you’re sick as a dog, but it’s Saturday, and nobody cares that you’d rather be buried in 3 feet of bedcovers? The first thing to do is ask, rhetorically and loudly, why the universe hates you so much. Assuming that garners you the type of response I get at my house, the next thing to do is put on a cute outfit, and fake it till you make it, baby.* Fake being a marginally healthy (and only marginally grumpy) person while you run the umpteen random errands you’ve been putting off all week.

I would not recommend high heels for this … unless you’re going to be spending a lot of time in the car, in which case, they can’t hurt. Literally or figuratively.

* And don’t forget to douse yourself in cold medication and concealer. You don’t want that red nose to give you away, natch.