I have this little quote snipped from a magazine that I’ve hung onto for years. It’s good advice, and advice I wish I’d inherently understood from ages 15-30. Quick retrospective:
Ages 1-7: sport clothes for life that involves crotches full of sand, full days on flats boat baiting shrimps with hooks through their eyeballs in Florida Keys, monkey bars, and mouthfuls of grouper; thrive. Ages 8-14: wear clothes that make you as invisible ordinary Richmondy as possible; survive. Ages 15-22: buy clothes that do any combination of: hide flaws, accentuate positives, peacock status, display flagrant tans, or convey impossibly inaccurate impressions of audacity; crash dive. Ages 23-25: what can I afford; deprive? Ages 26-27: I am flower child. I date singer in band. He is next coming of Duane Allman. Shoes optional. Cat Stevens is my dad; revive. Ages 28-31: Jersey knits. Phone and computer synced calendars. Leather. Fringe. Concerts on school nights. Married best friend. Balance. Holey t-shirts. Feathers. Kitty litter. Pendleton blankets. Repeat; high five.
Also, happening lately:
Listened to some tunes by the record player with dad:
Bought some rad vintage turquoise on Etsy:
Ordered, then ate, 3 lbs of steamed oysters.
Also listened to more vinyl:
And I poked around my grandparents’ house before a red-eye flight home:
How are you, dudes?
-C.
“Concerts on school nights.”
So on board with this.
totally.
life has gotten sooo crazy – miss you crazy cats! Just catching up on all your posts – amazeballs as usual! xoxo
Where have I been? Under a rock? How did I miss this?? Dies.
I love that nightie on you. Holy crap. Just did a post wearing one w/a denim vest when we were in PS. I need a belt. Loungewear forevah. My high school teachers still cringe.
Ps. Can we discuss how insanely cool that pic of your mom is? Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Thud.
In what way is that a nightie?! Looks like a dress to me, girl; I’ll never tell. 🙂