So I rearranged my closet the other day. Not necessarily to get rid of things, but to get, for example, all the dresses together and to have tank tops separated from sleeved tops, that kind of stuff. In doing so I found a few things I had more or less forgotten about. This dress is one of those things.
This dress is super 2005. It was the first open back dress I ever saw, and it straight BLEW my mind. I remember lusting after it my sophomore year in college, but not having the money to buy it. I scoured the internet, sometimes just googling it to look at it, but it was sold out everywhere that would have had it cheaper. I had to wait, and wait I did.
Then in late 2006 when I had all but forgotten about it, I found it at Nordstrom Rack for $20.
What's my hand doing? It's kind of like I'm saying "bitch please" with my body language here.
Hat: Buffalo Exchange
Leggings: Forever 21
Wearing this dress brought me back instantly to 2005, and walking to school today I listened to a bunch of my absolute favorite songs from that time period... ahem...
"Piano" Last Days of April
"All the Shitty Things" and "Idle Hands" Murder City Devils
On that note... on the OFF chance anyone who knows someone whose cousin knows someone who does taxes for the guy who used to drive the tour bus for Murder City Devils sees this... please tell them to make more. MORE. I need more. I've listened to the entirety of their scant, albeit utterly flawless, discography too many times over this last decade.
I swear, sometimes you just need to listen to those songs that instantly transport you to other places and times. I was an oh-so-angsty 19 year old who had no conception of the what, why and wherefore of her existence walking to school this morning. It was immensely comforting to know I've been this confused about, well, life in general before, and in retrospect it all worked out in ways I would never have been able to foresee at the time.
But seriously, Murder City Devils need to make more music.
I'm kind of moody and introspective today. It happens... actually, it happens every... oh... 21 days or so... if you're picking up what I'm putting down.
Me and my hormones need to get to the lab now... holy crap I'm late! Have wonderful days anyone who might read muh ramblin'!