unfortunate doesn't even begin to describe this.

Posted on | December 14, 2009 | 9 Comments

it’s ok. you can laugh. point if you need to. hold your belly in a way suggesting that it hurts from laughing so hard. this little gem comes to you courtesy of 1993, placing me at 12 years old and obviously very well versed in fashion. i personally can’t decide which accessory is my favorite : the super amazing red blazer (i mean really, a blazer?) complete with shoulder pads and tres chic sparkly santa pin, the purple mock turtleneck (a ’90′s staple), or the craft fair light bulb earrings. i can tell you with confidence that i was wearing black stirrup pants and white keds. i remember this exact Christmas vividly because it was the year i received the gift i wanted so badly that i lied to my mom about why i needed it : an electric razor. as you can see, i was a rather tall 6th grader and i hit puberty much earlier than my mother would have liked (read: i was a raging horrible you-know-what starting at age 9). i told my mom, along with my best friend lauren, who told her mom, that girls at school were making fun of me for having hairy legs so i would be able to shave. they weren’t but i guarantee you they should have been. hello italian hair follicles!

as you can see, i was totes stoked at my newly acquired razor. either that or i had psychic abilities and was looking into the future and laughing at the misfortune that was the 1990′s.

sidenote: if you look closely at the pictures from this past weekends xmas party, i was fully wearing a navy blue blazer. i guess i didn’t learn all that much in 16 years? oh, except that a blazer sans shoulder pads, red polyester and a boxy cut is ok.

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