What a post title! What on EARTH could this be about? Some fan fiction for a very specific group of shippers? Our short list for baby names? (I wish - Matt wouldn’t even let me name a cat Buffy). No, no – this is about my outfit (although I refuse to take Cordelia off our girls’ list).
The main piece of this ensemble is one of my favourite thrift scores eva, my floral Betsey Johnson dress. This dress, when paired only with the daisy headband, felt totally late 90s, and totally Buffy Summers Season Three (it was her best fashion season! Peasant tops! Slinky dresses! Cardis! Hairbands!). I almost left the house in just the dress and headband, but quite frankly, I don’t have platform wedges, and if you’re not going full-1998 then don’t even bother. SO, I put on my trusty Edit ankle booties, and added a denim vest. All of the sudden, I was halfway towards my Bruce Springsteen costume.
And that’s where I left it – 50% Buffy, 50% Bruce. Actually, if could land squarely between those two human beings in every aspect of my life, I would be the COOLEST PERSON ALIVE. If anything, that’s absolutely the endgame I’ll have in mind for child-rearing. May my tiny one posses all same wit, sass, style, and pun-menship as Buffy Summers, and all the swagger, passion, and propensity for distressed denim as Bruce the Boss Springsteen.
(Alternate title for this post: “A load of B.S.” – I’ll be here all week, folks!)
Dress: $12 | Salvation Army
Vest: $7 | Talize
Boots: $30 | The Edit
Headband: $3 | Ardene (I know, I know…I needed a hairband, OK?)