This weekend, we went to our dinner club (Theme: Ball Park Food. Food: All terrible for you and terribly delicious), and I dressed like it was 1995.
I think I might dress like it's 1995 for the rest of my life. The '90s were the best, man. Pretty printed dresses with combat boots? Yes, please. Yes.
I am madly in love with the quirky print on this dress and its aggressively pink shade. I thrifted it during my epic thrift haul.
At dinner club, the same woman who was shocked that my romper was thrifted was also shocked that this dress was thrifted, and I think I am slowly but surely bringing her over the dark side (if "dark side" means "awesome side where thrifting is celebrated and dresses are bright pink").
I bought the shoes on eBay last year, and I love them. The weather turned just cold enough to wear them this weekend, and I was so stoked!
It's happening, people -- the slow turn from summer to fall. (It's a very, very slow turn in the South.) This is my favorite time of year for all the obvious reasons -- the boots, the beauty, the food, the holidays, the silly fun (pumpkins! corn mazes! carnivals!). Oh yes. It. Is. Happening.