It was an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini

My fashion choices have come a long way in the past five years.

I started out wearing tapered jeans (Eww! We spit on tapered jeans!!! Patooee) and digging through Clarke's drawers for shirts. As cute as a black U2 concert shirt is, when your chest and hips are doing some odd tugging it's not a pretty sight. Also, my mother bought all my clothes so I went to school in a lot of embroidered sweaters and a sweatshirt picturing a cartoon dog and a cartoon cat with the phrase "Best Friends" over it. Oh heavens.

I then went into my "black stretchy pants with everything" phase. I wore a lot of a-step-up-from-TShirt shirts. Solid colors, thank goodness. At least I had some sense. (This was also about the time I cut my hair really really short. I even had the wispy sideburns. Oh heavens. Whoever didn't stop me from doing that one really needs to be slapped.)
I also wore a pair of purple metallic jeans, but these were not bad. I still have them -and once I fit into them again I will be wearing them often.

My senior year of high school I wore all skirts. I don't know what turned me off to pants. I didn't even make cute choices of skirts! Just whatever skirt I had nearby. Ususally with an ugly a-step-up-from-TShirt shirt.

...No wonder I went on like 7 dates my entire high school career.


I think about this today because I'm wearing an grey angora sweater with a fur collar, flare jeans, and red heels. ¿Huh? Definitely something I wouldn't have worn even 3 years ago.