Found this dress at Goodwill the other day and loved it for that mesh it’s got going on around the waist…so deliciously 90’s. I like the idea of taking evening wear and making it casual and grungy; challenging what it means to be “formal”. I wore this out for dinner, drinks, and dancing on Saturday night and I think it confused people. (Granted, I was in Huntington Beach which is not exactly known for it’s fashion-forward or chic clientele…) Also, I chopped my hurr off over the weekend. Personally, hair serves me no other purpose than as an accessory to my outfit. Therefore, I like to change it quite often; preferably in a drastic fashion. Gotta stay fresh. I know it’s just hair and all, but getting a little crazy with it or making a drastic change reminds me to live in the moment. Know what I mean? You know what else reallyyyyyyyyyyy reminds you to live in the moment? A Tattoo. And I just recently got inked for the very first time. I went with my three baby sisters Holly, Chelsea (of Pardon My Fashion fame), and Ashley. We all got a roman numeral IV to remind us that we are the four best friends that anyone could have. And OoooooMFG; I thought I loved a spontaneous dye job or hair chop; but this tattoo business is NEXT LEVEL. Hair grows back so that’s like…whatever. Tattoos are FOREVER. It’s soooo fun cause you get there, and it’s kinda surreal. Like, “Shit man. Am I REALLY about to ink my flesh? Dude…I dunno bout this…” And then the artist shows you the piece and you’re simply on autopilot, going through the motions of saying, “Yes great. Wonderful.” Except you’re not so sure and you’re brain is silently screaming, “GET OUT OF HERE.” But you stay. And all of the sudden, you’re up NEXT; fight or flight? And you have this sort of epiphany (enlightenment?) and your mind is clear and it says, “FUCK IT. JUST DO IT. A tattoo affects the exterior. You are tattooing a shell. Remember, you’re just wearing a stupid (wo)man suit.” And then it begins and it’s over and…well I’m already planning what I should get next ;) (GOD I swear, even at my ripe old adult age of 25, if my Mom or Grandma reads this they are gonna be SO pissed!)
Vintage dress. Vintage flannel. Forever 21 Booties. Forever 21 cuff.
Until next time,