Behold. I never miss an awesome opportunity to dress up and make a fool out of myself. These are my mom’s white pumps, my own leg warmers and tights, mini skirt and plus-sized pink shirt bought at a thrift store about 5 hours before this picture, that ring-doodle that my shirt is tied up with is fucking authentic – dates back to about 1988. And then those shades were the best find ever at the thrift store for $1 (which is like $.05 in 80s money).
I started the evening off right. White and red – I am an equal opportunity drinker. Except tequila. And gin. And whiskey. Well, I like wine at least.
Disco lights at the bowling alley. After a while, I didn’t know what decade I was in.
I am so glad I kept my crimping iron. I am also glad that it stopped smoking just enough for me to get these salon-quality results without the salon price.
EDIT: Holy shitsnacks, you guys, I just realized that this is my 100th post. I am glad it was a happy and fun one!