Scarf- Thrifted, Blazer- H&M, Tank- 6th grade DIY, Harem capris- Tennis, Wedges- UrbanOG.com
My babysitter brought me this t-shirt back from Guatemala when I was 9 years old. It later fell victim to my middle school DIY spree. I didn't realize it then, but she would instill in me a love of huipils and tribal print that has continued to influence my style today. I've held on to the colorful woven jacket she brought me from another trip that I wore for four years straight in elementary school, surviving tears, frays, and snowball fights. My mom kept insisting I put on a new jacket, but I would always refuse-- there was something so special about the one I had. Maybe it can be written off as childish stubbornness. Maybe I was a dirty kid. But I think that's really what this blog and anyone who shares that love of vintage clothes is all about. Just because something is the latest and greatest doesn't make it better-- keep the best of what's old and find a way to make it new everyday.
Guess I was feeing deep today! (Or maybe I just needed to remind myself not to buy new things for a while, wallet still hurts!) Headed to my first photography class (for real this time!), ciao!