I’ve asked myself a few times if I were to have been born in a different era, which era would I choose? In college, it was definitely the 80s, which to be honest, are still sort of alive and well in my closet. For a minute, in my early 20s, I was really into the 50s and 60s. Then, as I gained the post college 15 lbs, I decided the 70s silhouette was more fetching (this proved not to be true, although I do still dig a nice bell bottom). Now, the 90s are pretty much everywhere. I’m seeing things that I never thought anyone would be on board for again. For example, jellies, chokers and yin-yangs…. Style-wise, sure those were some pretty cool years. But when you think about what women were and meant in every single one of those decades, it really doesn’t matter how flattering the silhouettes were or how ironic the clothing was. They sucked.
Now, women have things much better in comparison, but I’m sure in 10-20 years we’ll all be talking about how, yes, we came a long way in 2016, but it still sucked for women. Anyway, my point is, I’m sort of sick of counting gains and losses, especially because I think that part of an evolving world means always having both. That’s why it is much easier to look at an era based on the aesthetic to decide whether or not it was cool.
What I have found to be constant are the girls I’ve been fortunate enough to meet and maintain friendships with. Yeah, okay, so this sounds cheesy, but it’s for real! I have been #blessed to have some wonderful, strong, hilarious, smart af women in my life that inspire me and move me. Some, I text every day and ask what I should eat for dinner. Some, I have last minute nights of wine drinking and life evaluating. Some, I spontaneously join the World Naked Bike Ride with, in awe of their bravery to bare it all (great job Karie and Carly!) Some, I spend all day with, saying anything that comes to mind because we know we won’t be judged and we’d much rather be ridiculous than serious.
Sorry, I’m reading this right now and I know how stupid cheesy it sounds. But I don’t care because these women are the loves of my life. They let me be myself and I’ve never felt ashamed for it. Finding people like that mean everything and I hope you all find this kind of true love.
Anyway, here are some pictures from a for real gal hang two weekends ago. Kicking it by the pool with my ladies, sipping champagne and wearing Pound. Ain’t nothing better than that.