Call me crazy, but embracing the new (old) 90’s grungy trends has replaced my sweet little attitude with one that is significantly more bitchy. I know! Scary. Could it be the leather? The choker? Maybe the disdain for sweater weather which has me packing up my crop tops and short skirts? Probably a healthy mixture of all three. Hopefully it will pass.
I own one, single, solitary white dress. I have never worn said dress, possibly because I’ve never had a occasion in which a white dress was appropriate, but I have put it on shuffled around my tiny apartment at least seven times. “The” white dress turned two years old in July.
Spring is mother nature’s way of preparing us for the short shorts and bare midriffs of summer. Can you imagine what it would be like if we went from 35° to 80° overnight? Settle down everyone-in-Michigan, I know it happens, but it doesn’t happen that drastically. If it did I would melt into a gigantic pale…