Micropleats, or plisse if you’re nasty (and you know I am), are one of my fave looks. Another relic of random drugstore clothes that became en vogue a decade later (remember how much we made fun of popcorn shirts and now they’re weirdly in?). Time is an illusion.
And fun fact, I took these pictures on the day I was “laid off” from one of the most horrible companies I have ever worked for. Being unemployed during a legit global depression is super fun. Or as my Grandma Rose would have said because she stopped adopting new slang terms in the mid 90s: NOT!
I need a t-shirt of that. Anyway, this look started with an absolute need for a true orange top and ended with a no-regrets impulse buy of a utility skirt in the weirdest green I’ve ever seen. Also, I’m just a sucker for leather skirts. Exhibit B here is pretty evident of that.
Ok so I’ll give you a hint as to what look I was trying to emulate here. One of my favorite movie aesthetics ever.
I killed the teen dream. Deal with it.
Yep.
Good lord that movie had some amazing stylists. Again, time is an illusion.
Content Warning: Body Stuff
This look also makes me very aware that my body is now the biggest its ever been. I just need to say that out loud, just to shake the moral and societal baggage that statement begs me to carry. Clearly, I have enough to carry. But this is my body today. The body I have committed to loving. Doesn’t mean I have to like it all the time. I just have to be grateful for and kind to it.
Also, I just turned 39. A Chevy’s night was in high order.
My silver plisse pants are a party go-to for when I want to keep it comfy (and I did because I’m old enough that frozen margs do nothing but make me sleepy).
And when it doubt, wear all the rings you own. My gorgeous pyrite engagement ring blends soooo good with my other baubles. I’m obsessed.
But not as obsessed as I am with the beautiful man taking these pictures and treating his baby and her BFF to endless chips and salsa. I can’t wait to marry him.
Today I struggle with my body (lovingly), my sobriety a bit, money, and the mental health problems associated with being broke and having too much time on my hands. But my family thrives. My love life is magical. I love my friends. I continue to forge ahead and onward.