I'm not sure if it's because I have been light headed for two days with no explanation of why or what, but I have been thinking about and looking at pictures of the years 1999-2003 lately and really missing that time. Like.... really missing it. Can I just describe what that time was like for me?? For starters, I was under 25 years old, so that's just a great jumping off point right there.
Do you even know how many shiny fabrics I wore?? Do you know how big all my cargo pants were an how tiny my shirts?! I was basically a Japanimation character. It was GLORIOUS. I rarely wore a bra because I selected shirts so tight that they held my breasts in place. (because these tits are deliciously small and have literally not moved or changed since I was 19)
I would go out to Palm Springs and select the tiniest dress I could find from one of the 10 dollar dress stores and rock it with ZERO insecurity. The more skin showing, the better.
Sprouty hair? Yes. Bright colors? Absolutely. I was basically the antithesis of everything I am now. Wearing just jeans and a t-shirt was done super ironically and probably included some whacky hair style or wrist band. Or both. Maybe a trucker hat. I wouldn't be caught dead in the cable knit and blazers of now. You couldn't pay me to wear loafers. You have to be KIDDING to even suggest classic slacks or a conservative cocktail dress. Clothing should be bright, tight, plastic and probably metallic. It was all so fun.
I miss my light blue Frankie B "jeans". I miss my flare leg Miss Sixty black jeans. I miss my little Abercrombie board shorts. I miss my gingham (the only preppy print I owned then) "shirts" that were just a piece of material that tied twice in the back.
Seriously... Bring back Delia's catalogs, bring back platform flip flops. Bring back long, swishy cargo skirts and wife beaters all day erry day.
Hit me baby, one more time!
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