Live in such a way, that if someone speaks badly of you no one would belive it. Playing dress-up begins at age five and never truly ends.
Kate SpadeRead
Playing dress up begins at age 5 and never really ends.
Interpretation
Life is a constant process of self-expression and creativity.
This quote suggests that throughout life, we continue to explore our identities and express ourselves in different ways, much like children who play dress-up. It highlights the idea that self-expression is a lifelong journey that does not conclude with adulthood, inviting us to embrace creativity and playfulness in our lives.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of creativity in education, one might say, 'As Kate Spade once said, playing dress up begins at age 5 and never really ends, highlighting the need for self-expression in our lives.'
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