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Monday, August 31

grunge without the teenage angst

Oh, grunge wasn't always all about the melancholy void of commercial existence. After all, one of the biggest fashion trends circa Singles-era 1990s were lovely calico frocks for the ladies, and what's so melancholy about calico dresses?

All I'm missing now are biker boots, a Blossom-esque bucket hat, and contempt for authority. Plus, that smile needs to be replaced with a scowl, pronto. What was I thinking?

top:
Vintage calico circle dress
Lacoste grey cardigan
etc:
Target Missoni sandals
Urban Outfitters skinny belt
Fossil locket
Kohls turquoise ring
Vintage silver leaf wrap ring




Mind you, my favorite band is Soundgarden, and I love me some Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, and Nirvana, so of course I do own a few grunge-tastic flannel shirts (knowledge of which would make Kurt Cobain want to blow his tortured brains out all over again). I might sport one when I catch Pearl Jam at Austin City Limits later this fall. Hmmm...