(Outfit: 1950s pink silk polka dotted dress; 1960s slip; H & M belt; Doc Marten boots... and guest starring some summery garments too long/delicate to stuff in my closet)
So, last night around midnight I discovered Cry-Baby was on Netflix instant watch, and as I was sort of half-crazy from staying up so late anyway studying for an exam, I watched it, even though I've seen it two or three times already. The theme continued into this morning, when put The Cramps on spin allll morning, resulting in a complete highschool flashback look! Yes, this is how I dressed from when I was sixteen until this summer, really. I was a teenage cowpunk.
About this here frock: my mother, who was a very cool hardcore punk in the 1980s, bought this dress at a vintage store about twenty years ago! While I always feel kinda cheated that none of grandmothers had any overflowing closets of antique ballgowns to pass down to me, it's really cool to get my mom's old vintage finds. She was quite the snazzy dresser in her time, although I think I'll pass on her electric blue hair (no joke; our family albums are anything but boring!).
"The higher the hair, the closer to God..." only I was just going to class so I kept my hair on the demure side.
Well, have a happy Tuesday; see you soon!