I hate the term “age appropriate”… I have never understood that as children we dressed with imagination and color and textures and happiness. But when we get older, we start dressing like everyone else with far less color and textures. It’s like our desire to self-express is squashed by social pressures of conformity. I say boo to this. Happy hat on, glassless glasses on, and hell.. I might throw on a tutu for good measure!