B*tchin' Camaro

When my young, single mother first came to the US, she worked hard on her English, passed the registered nurse licensing test, and worked in Arizona as a nurse, making something like $5/hour. After a while, she saved up some money and bought herself a Camaro, and posed in front of it in an outfit very similar to this one, back in 1975. The jeans were a bit tighter and higher waisted, the sunglasses bigger, the shoes were cork instead of stacked rubber soles, and the shirt may have had some embroidered flowers. She sent this photo to a young man, a pen pal introduced by a minister, who later became my dad. When I wear any outfit like this, my mom just kind of shakes her head about the way fashions repeat themselves (but she's flattered to be my style icon).

Today is the last day of exams. I am of the mindset that it's fun to dress casually during exams, since projecting authority isn't as big of a deal now (this may come back to haunt me, but most of the grief I get now is via email). I like these old jeans, which feel as thin as paper and breezy as linen. I didn't wear them for a couple years because dark denim was so prominent. I almost cut them into shorts but Blokey told me they were too nice. I'm glad I listened.

Shirt: H&M
Jeans: BDG (2003)
Necklace: street vendor in Hawaii
Scarf: via Ebay
Shoes: Aerosoles (thrifted)
Sunglasses: DKYN, Macy's (via Mom)