…that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone?
I am on an upbeat Joni Mitchell kick that I must sing to myself since Endymion the iPod has fallen into his enchanted sleep at last and cannot even be restarted. I have been having no luck with my Apple products recently, but in all fairness, Pantalaimon the iBook is nearing 5 years old and Endymion is even older still. They have had a good run of things. Soon I shall buy another laptop using Bear’s med student discount and get a free iPod with my purchase. Score.
Last night I came home and slept for 12 hours and it was glorious. Last night my mother also sent me a package of some recent fashions in Korea because she had just come back from a business trip. But because I immediately zonked out, I decided to open up the goodies this morning.
My first thought upon opening my package was Did my mother just send me an old lady blouse?
Mum, she has never led me astray before. Even if our fashion tastes don’t quite align, she has a unique sense of style that is age appropriate for her, but also has an eye for what might look good on me. To have sent me an old lady blouse, well, that’s something else altogether. Mum’s eye is going.
In the package we also had a really cute cropped faux-leather jacket and a white hoodie which tells me two things: 1) Mum still hasn’t lost her edge and 2) that she voluntarily sent me a hoodie of any sort means she is losing her mind. (She had thrown out every single one I owned when I still lived with my parents.) I am not sure what to think.
So I tried on the old lady blouse and discovered that it is simultaneously old lady and little girl. It has slightly Victorian detailing down the front and a high little girl waist (the blouse is long–more of a shirtdress, really) with a very vintage from-the-30s pattern. Ah, I think my mother was trying for the Depression-chic that seems to be sweeping the nation (and Korea, apparently). Unfortunately, as soon as I put it on, I looked like a reject from the Blossom show. This just goes to prove that fashion does rotate in 20 year cycles: the early 90s have made a return! I just need flowered leggings and a floppy straw hat and I am good to go.
Alas, I have no floppy straw hat or flowered leggings, so I made do with skinny jeans, my goth black ballerina flats, and a cropped vest. I am doing my best end-of-the-New-Romantics look. I just need a hat. I still haven’t decided which one in my collection best suits. Mum is enforcing my latent hipster-ness. Oh, Mum.