Ah, high school Tracy... so full of sartorial failures. We'll start from the top down, beginning with my hair. I dyed it black. It doesn't look terrible on me, but it definitely looks fake, which is never good. Monochromatic hair is something that you only see with wigs and people covering their greys. And black hair is just awful looking if it isn't your natural color. Blech!
Next, we've got my gray ribbed tank-top, aka "wife beater" (I have a very strong aversion to that nickname for that style). Light gray doesn't look great on me, and it was a freakin' wife beater. Those belong in the gym or out in the yard, not worn like it's a real shirt. So much blech!
We have to talk about that stupid arm band I have on my imaginary biceps. I don't even know what "look" I was going for here. With the silver formal maxi skirt from Cache, wife beater, and arm band, I'm thinking "White Trash Prom" or "Trailer Park Gala". All I'm missing is a camo hat. At least I had enough sense to wear zero or minimal make-up. (My make-up choices were sometimes bizarre during the late 90s).
Moral of the story? Just say no to wife beaters. All definitions of them.
Tracy is a sometimes-working software engineer, all-the-time mother and wife, long-distance runner, biracial, shoe-loving, multi-lingual, world traveling, wannabe fashionista who drinks entirely too much coffee. She lives in the Seattle area and enjoys making babies and judging people.
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Deck of Scarlet (Make Up)
Ipsy (Make Up)
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