Sometimes I feel like I'm 25 going on 50. On the rare ocassions I'm out at night in the weekends, I'm that crochety, grumpy old hag muttering things like "Isn't she cold?" or screwing my face up in distaste. Really, it's just envy. I'm envious of their energy, their sense of self-entitlement that makes them believe absolutely everyone wants to hear about their life from the back of the bus, their tight thighs and unmarked skin, their ability to dress in a chambray shirt, bandage skirt, and clumpy Docs and not know that Brenda Walsh from 90210 had that look down pat about a decade ago. Do you remember your 18 year old self?
♥ Dress is thrifted Gainsboro NZ from Rebound Clothing, Petone ♥ Vintage 60s Canon Canonet thrifted from Trademe ♥