I grew up in the nineties. I wore my first training bra, became obsessed with Clueless (when it came out, P.S.), begged my mom for another pair of Doc Martens after my Weimeraner ate them, wore tattoo choker necklaces and daisy printed skater dresses. I wore socks under my sandals. Yes, I was a nineties girl.
The weekend was just the sort of lazy, lounge-around style that I needed. HB, Gidget and I enjoyed a Sunday evening stroll, and I discovered just how truly comfortable my new Sperry boat shoes truly are. I used to own a pair that I got from a discount shoe store and they were super uncomfortable. Now I know why those were discounted!
I love the look of clean denim, but sometimes you're just in the mood for really, really, really ripped-up jeans. Am I right?