Sunday, September 6, 2009
The area that I've lived in all my life- especially my hometown, is not one known for stylish people. Most of what you will find in the closets of the average teen or young adult will be mainstream brands, those that you can find at the nearest mall. Vintage style is especially not a common sight. I guess that's what would explain the rather rude comments I received while walking around in my Mom's old graduation dress today. "Look at that girl, it looks like she's going to church" (etc.) It's not necessarily the words that were rude because, quite frankly, the dress is modest and church-like (and that's what most vintage items are like), it was the connotation, the rude snickering that was unnecessary. And although I will admit that I felt the surge of red paint my cheeks, I quickly got over it when it crossed my mind just how naive those people were. And then it was I who was laughing because at least I have the broader perception of clothing, timeless vintage style and the understanding of the wonderful capability of being different.
Perfect example of how narrow minded my hometown is and perfect example of why I know I don't want to center my life around this area in the future.
So as "church going" as this makes me look, here is my Sunday's best.
And I couldn't be more proud.