I had my very last hosting job as a college student last thursday and I chose to wear this blue dress I got last summer (it used to be really really tight. now its just tight. haha) from my friends spot in our garage sale. I literally went on my knees and begged my friend so that I could exchange my clothes with him (yes, him!) I badly wanted the dress. I felt like he has some sort of treasure in his hands and he's not even aware of it.
There's just something classic and sophisticated about wearing clothes from another decade. Some may be really old and yet you feel its timeless beauty as its cloth touches your skin. I don't know. Is it just me and my love for grease? Or is there really magic?
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