Ah the good ol' days

I continually look back on the 90's with fondness. I maintain there is no better music than what came out during '92-'96. I still wish it were cool to tuck in the front part of your shirt while leaving the back hanging down. I think fondly of the swoopy bangs and thick eye liner and chunky shoes. I've always thought the '90s were the greatest.

Until last night.

I went through my closet and tried on everything in it. I put a 4x4 box of clothes out for good will. The dresses I loved (gold lame over snake skin - hello!) and the shoes I wore with abandon were no longer cute in my eyes. I was crushed. My favourite velvet LBD had to be given to good will. My memories of the '90s are now tainted with the question - Did I ever look okay?

I discovered two things about myself during my trek down memory lane.

1. I was kind of a whore. Every skirt was at least 6 inches above my knee and had a half decent slit up the side. One dress I tried on barely covered my tuckus (which I proved by backing into Ky's room and bending down!)
2. I may have been a drag queen in the '90s. Please note the shoes.