Adelaide's flamboyant style...

Everyone who knows me or who has known me, absolutely loves my "style."  

It's Boho, Soho, Theatrical, I Don't Give A Shit, and more.  When you are a Little Person who studied theatre, ballet, dresses like a hippie or artist, who is also known to be divinely flamboyant AND rides horses, you have a style all your own even coveted by those who are of average height.  Because it's anything goes!🤣

I wear hats.  Always have.  Always will.  They make me feel taller...look taller.  And back in the 1970's when platform shoes were the rage, with a hat AND platform shoes, my height could actually increase by a whopping FIVE inches!  I could reach water fountains, payphones, be seen over a counter!😂

My feeling has been since people are going to stare anyway, why not just sock it to them as someone flamboyantly stylish to stare at who appears she doesn't give a shit they're staring!  Like why not just be seen doing it in GRAND style?!!  

I know, I know.  This may seem crazy, yet it does help a bit to offset the constant mean invasive ridicule out there.  You see it's like I am "saying" without words to these non-humans, "Go to hell because you're not going to make ME feel less!"  

Friends have told me they think these idiots are

just jealous because they can't pull off dressing 

the way I get to do.

Surely I must be doing something right for I still keep being praised and admired by total strangers for my unique style.  When one is already packaged in uniqueness, one has to embrace a unique style.

I have always loved dance and dance wear.  I never need worry about fit, because of the wrap around leotard skirts and so forth.  Aiden so flipped out when we met because there I was riding Patches in leotards with a long wrap around leotard skirt on wearing an amazing hat!  I so intrigued Aiden he lost his heart.  And he stole my hat.😂

Anyway, I love mini-skirts for the average size female, as they always fit perfectly on me with NO HEMMING NEEDED!😂

When I know I am at my very best in whatever I wear I walk taller, feel taller, and THAT my dear friends matters, especially when one just happens to standout like a neon light.

In 1984 I wrote the following poem, which kind of says it all:

And I can dance too.

See me rise,

Rise above the stage,

Dancing free,
Dancing proud,
Dancing beautiful.

So dance proud in what you wear, my dear ones.  Go out there walking tall and be flamboyantly-don't-give-a-shit.😂