90's Digital Cowgirl

As my sartorial journey delves further and further down the fashion rabbit hole, one of the lessons I have learned is that I should dress to please myself and myself only. And of course, I agree. However, this philosophy has led to a steady decline in the amount of compliments I tend to receive regarding said killer ensembles. As the commercial appeal of fashion has worn off on me, compliments I would regularly receive such as, “OMG I looooooove your top like so much!” have turned into questions (concerns?) such as, “What is that sweater made of?” or “Where did you find that?” and from one not-so-subtle acquaintance, “WTF are you wearing?” (God forbid someone stray from the unofficial uniform of knee-high boots, skinny jeans, and a "top".) Of course when they ask, I am more than happy to indulge them because I think that more often than not, people are simply looking for a conversational ice-breaker. And I get that. Believe me. Ok soooooo, the other day I threw on this outfit, looked in the mirror, and was pleased with what I had going on: 90’s Digital Cowgirl. (It’s a thing…trust me.) So la la la; I’m just livin’ my life in my fierce ensemble when much to my surprise a young lady at Target quipped, “OMG I loooooove your dress so much! Where did you get it?” I looked to the left then looked to the right. “Holy shit, she’s talking to me. She actually appreciates my 90’s Digital Cowgirl realness!” BUT the real shocker came when my not-so-subtle acquaintance (as previously mentioned) saw me and actually told me that I looked “nice”. Well fuck me gently with a chain saw, have I found the holy grail of all ensembles? An ensemble that speaks to my sartorial soul AND appeals to the masses? (In related news, it’s totally Regina George’s fault that I will forever be suspicious of any and every compliment I ever receive…ever.)

Thrifted...everything.

Until next time,

Chelsea