Throwback

A major throwback hit me this week.  And it wants to party like it's 1999.   

Relatively, I am pretty new to twitter.  Officially, I have been on the site since summer 2011, but I really haven't used it at all up until last november, when I started this blog.  In the past few months, I have noticed that a great deal of tweets are dedicated to things related to the nineties, often using hashtags along the lines of "90s kids probs".  There is even an account (I am sure there are hundreds but this one happens to be popular) completely dedicated to the problems of girls concieved in that decade (it's called 90s girl problems and it has almost 629 thousand followers).  These hashtags are ever more popular on thursday of course, due to the overwhelming amount of adorable "hashtag throwback thursday" shots featuring toddlers in overalls and tutus, faces covered in chocolate, with arms around their sibling's neck (these are my favorite kinds of throwbacks).

Born in 1996, I am on the late side of the 90s kids group.  And yet, I find obsessive tweets surrounding the Olsen sisters, Spice Girls lyrics, Cabbage Patch Kids, butterfly clips, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, tamagotchi's, polly pockets, the always scary and recently revived furby craze, and countless others (I really could go on forever) to be so relavent to my life I cannot help but hit that retweet button.  Despite the incesent questions from adults, I do indeed remember CD players and VCR's (in fact, I had them until I was passed childhood) and that yes, I do know what record players and telephones with cords look like. So thanks for the memories @90sgirlproblem.

Another 90s occurence this week is something my school refers to as "Sports Night", which is essentially a color war (if you went to camp) between the juniors and the seniors (in which the seniors win nine times out of ten because it is just common courtesy).  There are games and competitions and scavenger hunts and things of that nature.  The two grades also have themes, and the theme for the juniors this year is The 90s.  To me, this doesn't really make sense because the seniors were also born in the 90s, so it doesn't really seperate us from them at all.  Needless to say, I was not a member of the theme picking comittee, nor will I be attending sports night (most of the school doesn't as we have a massive lack of spirit), and so all in all it does not really affect me other than the fact that all over the halls are references to songs, shows, and catch phrases of the 90s. 

  

Up until recently, I have always despised clothes from the time period.  Most of the shots in my photo albums (age 0-4) consist of adults in ill-fitting shorts and way-too-high socks (the guys), or sloppy overalls and scrunchies (the girls). But last year, I had a revelation.  Within a years time, I watched every episode of Saved by the Bell, Friends, and Sex and the City.  They completely changed my view of 90s fashion.  I have come to admire the cool grunge feeling and the no cares attitude.  Of course, not all of the 90s reflect this, but I am generalizing.  

I came across a particularly interesting photo last month that sparked the outfit below, worn last week before the bitter snow that never ends decended upon new york (not that I am complaining-it is really pretty).  I no longer have the photo because I idiotically didn't save it or even pin it to a pinterest board, but it basically looks exactly like the outfit below minus the baseball cap and plus a jacket.  90s characteristics to note are the plaid tied around the waist (such a big trend right now), the white tee, loose-fitting jeans, and moto boots. So now that I have once again managed to ramble on for four paragraphs more that I originally planned, I present my throwback to the 90s outfit:  

Madewell tee, plaid shirt, and bracelets, Free People jeans, Marc by Marc Jacobs boots, bag, and watch, Dannijo bow bracelet, Ralph Lauren sunglasses, flee market hat. 

Side note: I wore this shopping last week and the saleswoman in the Madewell store said I was implimenting her favorite kind of outfit: all Madewell and Free People.  We bonded and I was offered a job which I subsequently could not accept because I did not meet the "you must be 18 to work here" prerequisit.  She said to try again in two years. 

How was everyone else's thowback thursday? 

xo, Sophie