That's right my wardrobe was very modest. It consisted of grays, browns, blacks. But as of lately I’ve been craving a brighter wardrobe. Going through a little identity crisis where I want to jump out from the shadows and scream “I’m Here! And I’m bright yellow!”
Now I wear this crazy bright neon yellow shirt 24-7. I love it but I’m starting to have regrets.
When I wear this shirt every random person that walks by has to comment on it. One random called me a highlighter. When my mom picked me up from the airport she covered her eyes to block my radiating light (which she thought was really funny) then she said I look just like I did in Kindergarten.
Also let me just say when you all of a sudden get put in a situation where you want to fly under the radar, say in Vegas when a tacky butt rock cover band is grabbing people out of the audience to have a dance off and you want to look like a tree, well in that situation you don’t want to be as bright as Dr. Manhattan.
Before my identity crisis I also avoided skinny jeans, why? Because you have to have skinny legs to do skinny jeans.
(Side note: Why are all the talented artists and musicians crazy skinny? Artists are made for skin tight skinny jeans? There's only one incredibly talented musician whose collar bone doesn’t poke through his old vintage Tees and that’s Isaac from Modest Mouse.)
Anyways, I broke down with Chelsi’s help and got some sexy black Deisel’s. And I’ve been starting to feel confident wearing them. Well I see my Grandma, who I love with all my heart and her unwaivering honesty, and I’m wearing my skinny jeans and she says “Well you don’t have your little birdy legs anymore.”
