Yesterday, as I was looking through old photos from 2007 for an upcoming Time Warp post, I realised with a hot-pink-and-gold-shimmering-prickling flash of embarrassment and laughter that the jeans and top I was wearing in the photos were precisely the jeans and top I was wearing while looking at said photos. Four years on.
I then glanced at the jacket hanging over the back of my chair and pondered the fact that I’d bought it in Melbourne in Year 12. Over six years ago.
Quite apart from the prolonged amusement that these two realisations brought me, I also found myself discovering this silver lining:
Today, I was able to enter a previously-intimidating clothes shop and spend the equivalent of six months’ worth of my electricity bill on two outfits without feeling the slightest bit guilty.
Considering how much I need desire new outfits for certain upcoming and slightly nerve-wracking events, this silver lining couldn’t have come at a better time.
And while the outfit that you see above and below may be more Slinky Malinki than any dress I’ve ever before dared to wear, I figure there comes a time in a girl’s life when she has to stop hiding in the shadows and step out into the bright air.
The bright silver-lined air.
Maybe, one day, I’ll also be able to show you the other outfit I bought, complete with The Belt That Cost More Than My Shoes.
Silver lining. Silver lining. Must remember the silver lining…