Trashy Lady

I am a disgusting person, but I feel that my love of style, Chanel, and diamonds make up for it. So when I saw recent grunge and ladylike trends, I figured that by combining them I could get an equivalent of a fashion kamikaze. With so many more options, the chances of repeating an outfit this year will be slim. My first try at this new “combustion” trend turned out well; even though I was told I looked like a country singer, regardless of the fact that I am a horrible singer. (Hence the joys of flirtatious school photographers) Now rewind back two months ago, when I was perusing through Nordstrom and drooling over their Dolce and Gabbana collection. Everything I saw was jewel toned, covered with roses, and had too many zeros on the price tag for my taste. On my way out, a soft spoken, pastel dress caught my eye; I stopped dead in my tracks, and my heart skipped a beat. This dress was my childhood; a reinvention of fairytales…created with pixie-like intentions. Moments later I was pulling out my cash, and purchasing that gorgeous piece of art. My happiness was sort lived when a terrifying thought crossed my mind. Shock jolted through my body, stunning me from my mascara covered lashes, to my hot pink toenails; “WHAT WOULD I WEAR WITH THE DRESS?!” Then as quickly as the panic set in, it was gone. I had a brilliant idea; no arrogance here, because this was the honest to “Buddha” truth. This idea was three words, and a powerful command; “Grunge it up!” Pile chains on your neck, drape them on your wrists, and hang them from your ears. Smudge your eyeliner, but contrast it with glitter on your eyelids. Then try some combat or even motorcycle boots to get the “rave” started. Now to complete your life, or well, at least your outfit; put on a leather jacket. Now its party time kids…well not literally.