this. she felt like having flowers in her dress, so she put them there. She didn't stop to see if the neighbors were looking. She didn't consider if it was cool. To be honest, I doubt if she stopped to think of what her mother would say. She thought they were beautiful.
When we laughed in delight at her escapade, she laughed with us, completely free to be herself without the fetters of "style" tying her down.
And she is stylin'. This is true style. This is freedom.