Vintage Vibes

This outfit is exactly something I would have worn in high school, which made it a massively comforting thing to wear. Except it wouldn’t have been vintage Miu Miu and Moschino because those aren’t things you can easily find in rural Connecticut at age 15. 


I had this really great boyfriend from when I was 14 until 17. His name was Michael Thompson and I just adored him. I think I was lucky to have a really awesome first boyfriend. Honestly, he’s probably the reason I divorced my first husband and found the best possible life partner in my current husband. The Michael metric has served me well.  


Michael was very sporty and I was not. I really appreciate that he wasn’t phased by my interest in daily fashion experiments. A lot of adults told me I looked cool, and a lot of my peers did not. A lot of adults also told me that Michael and I had a mature relationship and I don’t think my peers really even knew how to assess relationship maturity. It’s pretty awkward in high school to be cooler with adults than your teenage counterparts, but luckily I was like whatever. Being myself just made the most sense. 


I got these boots when I was 14, which makes this post ultra therapeutic. By the way, how am I doing?


Thank for reading!

No Bra Island

Are we tired of my Simpsons references? Sure hope not. And the oblique ones are even more inaccessible, since it was originally about pants, not bras. Entire tomes could be written. Not sure if I spelled that correctly because I think I did but I got an autocorrect. Tomes. Yeah, I’m usually a pretty good speller.  


All the 20 somethings are having this no-bra moment. I love it! It’s sexy and harkens back to an important cultural pivot point. But frankly, I’m not up for it. I drive a car with pretty stiff suspension and I’ve breastfed children for two full years. Hand me a bra, please. I’ll nonchalantly rage against the machine some other way.  


I remember when I first started college. I was the only girl in my major (environmental studies) who did not have dreadlocks and hemp shoes and smell like patchouli. I remember having this moment where I realized that superficial shit is just that. I’ve decicated my entire professional career to sustainability and I do wear a bra. Let’s complicate the narrative, shall we?


Relatedly, (or not?) anyone with kids knows how hard leisure reading is. I’m finally more than ten pages into the NOFX biography and it is worth every moment it takes to read through it. Pour yourself a stiff drink first, though. This one might hurt going down.  


Gracias por leer, amigos.  

You and Your Issues

I figured out recently that I have a sensory issue. That means I kind of self diagnosed using the Internet, but whatever. I always knew I did not enjoy amplified sound or any type of single-sense deprivation (darkness, for example). And that I really dislike the way synthetic fabrics feel. But I didn’t know that these experiences were classifiable. What a relief that they are. Now I can deal with it all. 


I really love everything about this suit except for the way it feels. Green and white plaid! A-line skirt! Major cloverleaf lapels! But it’s a very 1960s polyester and it just itches me beyond belief. Like get me OUT of here. 


I kind of threw that auditory issue in the mix like it’s nbd but tbh (haha) I have only been to the movie theater once in the past decade. It’s that bad. 


I sound like I’m issue city but really this is kind of the only big one. And considering I did go to the movies recently (that one time in ten years was like a month ago) and I’m standing here in polyester, I’d say I’m handling the situation pretty well. 


Cheers to you and your issues, whatever they may be!