90s Dream

I'm not sure why it's happening, except that I know it is. Maybe it's because of the awesome selection in thrift shops and vintage stores. Maybe it's the pattern mixing and pastels of the S/S11 runways. Or maybe it's just because I'm in this angsty "I don't know what I want to be when I grow up" phase. Regardless, the 90s have slowly but surely become the primary influence on my style again, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

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Almost unilaterally, people look back on the 90s and cringe. Everyone was sporting the Rachel, everyone wore butterfly clips, everyone wore Modrobes. There were bucket hats with the brims pinned up, overalls, dark lipstick with pale complexions, platformed flip flops and sneakers. Everyone smelled like CK One or Tommy Girl.

But now, I found this Northern Getaway sweater, and it's a really pretty Fair Isle pattern in pinks and blues and cream. And it's all cotton, so not only is it in the perfect spring palette, but it's the perfect spring weight. And my penchant for baby doll dresses and floral prints isn't exactly anything new. And I guess I just dyed some of my hair blue.

Maybe this is where I was always headed. Maybe I was always destined to end up back where I started. Maybe I'm stuck in some awful infinity loop where the 90s are my sartorial touchstone and I'll default back every decade or so.

Regardless, it's here. I'm embracing it while it lasts. But I'm begging you, in friendship, to please stop me before I grab the acid green crushed velvet minidress. I don't know that I could recover from that.