For the love of Bobby B., this video has nothing to do with my ensemble du jour, but this song popped into my head today, so I thought I'd share it with the world, and really, is there anything more eloquent? I think not. I mean, those are words to live by: "never trust a big butt and a smile."
Ripped today's outfit straight off from this adorable look from Loft:
I watched that video above and CRINGED thinking of my ensembles du jour back in the day. I DISTINCTLY remember a black floral patterned spandexy teeny tiny dress that I wore with a battered motorcycle jacket, scrunched down black socks, and granny boots. Or, or orrrrr my dad's old Levi's cutoff, red and gold Madonna bustier, black fedora and black thigh high socks, complete with miniature elastic garters. Good Gawd.
Don't even get me started on the HUMONGOUS hot pink hammer pants I wore with a GIGANTIC purple mullet blouse - if you lived through the 90s, you know what I'm talkin' bout, Willis - shorter in front, waaay long in back, and I cinched it with a crinkly gold metallic big wide belt. I wore this monstrosity to my parents' 25th anniversary. My sister, on the other hand, wore an adorable yellow vintage party dress from the 50s that belonged to one of my aunts. In the photos, she looks timeless and classic. I look like I walked out of the above video.
Boots: Charlotte Russe
Bracelets: Old Navy