You can always tell when I've just gotten my hair cut. My stylist sends me out straight. It's kind of like being a different person for the day.
I always feel too funky with straight hair to wear vintage so I end up looking like this. My vain take on modern.
Feeling fresh and decidedly fashion forward I went about my day as this alter ego until being snapped back to reality by a grocery store checker.
"I like your look. Very 50's retro," he said. "What do you call it?"
I was momentarily stunned. Certainly 50's had not come to my mind. I wasn't even wearing a stitch of vintage! What gives?
I take that back, my clutch was vintage, but it was still in my shopping cart and he hadn't even seen it. 50's? Did he not notice my straight hair? Electric blue stockings? Total lack of full skirt? The mermaid around my neck? Must have been the gloves.
I am what I am.