Secondhand Rose, 1989: Bella, age 22, still loving her secondhand stripes.
The style: thrift store chic.The decade: the 1990s.
And, I was there. The FIRST time.
WARNING: The following is a major FASHION FLASHBACK- attached with memories and proof of having survived the late '80s, and early 1990s.
The place: Sacramento, California, smack dab in the middle of a roughed up patch of paradise we called Midtown. I lived and breathed up this universe; my friends were fierce, friendly and creative sorts, many of whom, I'm lucky to re-connect with via Facebook (thanks, Facebook!) which is where I got these photos.
We rode our bikes everywhere. Hit every yard sale, garage sale and thrift shop on the way. We sipped pints in pub/dives/coffee shops named Blue Ribbon, Malarkey's, the Weatherstone; drinking like fishes, laughing like hyenas. There were some very good times, with some very amazing and special people.
I always felt my girlfriends were the prettiest girls on the planet. And I tended to surround myself with the most clever and handsomest of men. Creative, cool and interesting, even to this day, I've yet to match the adventures of that decade. In fact, some of my all-time favorite people are folks I met + hung with in the 1990s, so bless 'em.
Those were good times with good peeps. A special thanks to T. Aidan for sharing the photos, and for all the lovelies in my life, past, present and future who boost me with their spoken love and confidence.
Where were you in the 1990s? How did that fin de siècle decade impact + color you?
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