Each day I walk through the door I see my goofy face, with my big blue bow cocked to the side, before I ever knew I wasn’t destined to be a sheep.
Do wear the cobalt-blue floor-length gown to a formal party. No one else will. Others will be off in corners, bleating like sheep in a different version of the same little black dress. Saunter in like you own the place, sing your best karaoke version of You're No Good by Linda Rondstadt, then ...