I’m getting old. Maybe not “bird sweatshirts and pants with elastic waistbands” old – but at least the kind of old where I find myself saying things like, “Is this what the kids are wearing now?”
‘The kids’. I don’t know any adults wearing gingham print crop tops and “distressed high rise bicycle shorts”, so it must be high school kids – otherwise, who is buying “ruched velvet tube bodysuits”?
These are questions that I ask myself every time I step into Forever 21. Also, why am I still going into stores like Forever 21? I am thirty years old. My days of wearing denim mini-skirts and pleather leggings should be over.
And they are! I haven’t worn a denim mini-skirt since… I don’t know, since Laguna Beach was still on the air and it was my mission in life to look like “a brunette version of Kristin Cavallari”. But every once in awhile I still wander into this store thinking that I’ll find something really cute for really cheap and that maybe people will think it was expensive. Maybe people won’t know I only paid $12 for this purse that is clearly a Gucci knock-off and has a brassy looking “C” instead of a “G” because-nobody-wants-to-get-sued-for-product-infringement.
Ugh. I hate those purses.