Last week, I was feeling uninspired in the rule-breaking department and called in a phone-a-friend. I thought I'd do a mom-special. I'd ask my mom what she wished I'd wear, and construct an outfit around her ideas.

I called, she answered, and then said, "I don't know, Rebecca. I really don't think you dress badly."

Now to give this some context, on numerous occasions my mother has told me I dress like a 50 year-old woman. On one particularly unfortunate instance, she said that and then Christian replied with, "Ya, you really do." So, as you can imagine, I was expecting her to have a laundry list of ideas for what she preferred I be wearing. When I brought this up to her, she clarified that it's not what I wear but the amount. She said that at my age I shouldn't feel the need to drown myself in so much material.

This was a tough blow to bear. I love layers.

So, I phone-a-friended Christian instead. I asked him the same question, and he had the SAME ANSWER.

So in response to both of them, I'm beginning this post with my visible bra straps. I know it's just through a keyhole cutout, but for me, that felt a bit daring. And if you can believe it, that's not the only rule I'm breaking!