Ugh, mom I'll wear what I want

I guess living at home with my mom gives her the right to pass judgment on my clothes. Even when I don't ask. Sure there's no rent, but I still get asked things like, "Are you wearing that out of the house?" My mom is a stylish woman but not a fan of some of my work outfits, especially anything romper. She doesn't mind the romper in theory, but not in practice. She sees them as infantile, and whenever I wear one she makes that noise. You know what I'm talking about; the mom-doesn't-approve-but-won't-say-it-in-words sort of non-commital "Uh-huh." (Sidenote: she rocks a Mavi fitted denim jumpsuit, so I know she's not opposed to one-peice outfits)
This isn't the only reason I like them, but my moms dislike might be part of the appeal. Its my own decision if I wear what is essentially a dress with a crotch sewn in. Perfect for cartwheels and sitting cross-legged in my chair at work. Of course I want her approval, but also my independence. Its a strange line to walk and extends to things far more complicated than clothes.
This morning she complimented my outfit saying that the sweater layer helped make it work appropriate, so maybe we're we're doing a good job on that front.
On the other hand sometimes she just tells me whats best for me, and it turns out she's right. I hated this bag when I saw it, but she insisted on giving it to me for my birthday. The hardware and the bright blue together looked odd. Thank goodness she still knows whats best sometimes otherwise I wouldn't have the perfect work bag. People even compliment it on the street!

By Corpus romper, F21 sweater, vintage Etienne Aigner shoes, Cooperative purse