My best friend and I were going to our first real boy/girl party. We were ten and there was going to be dancing and everything. Don’t be alarmed, this is not how we dressed everyday… it was a “punk” party. I put “punk” in quotes because we definitely looked more like miniature hookers than anything else. (The birthday boy hosted his party with Sid Vicious hair and a black leather jacket. Very punk and so cool.)
It’s been a long day and I’m too tired to reminisce, but I can’t help but question a couple of things.
First, can you believe my mom owned black vinyl boots like that. Who was she? Cher?
And second, in what universe would wavy hair and a tennis skirt make me look punk? My reference sources must have been lacking.
I do remember that we were so excited, being allowed to wear make-up… and we wore as much as humanly possible. Good times!
Escaping Elegance 