a chapter in history.

one time when i was about 5 or 6, circa '91 or '92, my aunt (the fun aunt) took me out shopping and bought me an outfit that would change my life.

we went to JC Penney and picked out a light blue cropped denim blouse, with pearl buttons and a tie-front waist and a big ruffle for a collar (vaguely like this one, though not in that repulsive fabric, obviously, and not a wrap-around:),



white straight-leg jeans,

and black leather biker ankle-booties, of this ilk:



thus, good people, commenced my now-illustrious career in Dressing Impeccably And Being Better Than You.




the end.

-a.