I was looking at some old photos and realized that perhaps--like so many things--our sense of style is set at an early age. For example, I still think I look best with bangs.
(See what I mean about the bangs?) I still love plaid.
I can't say I wear a lot of animal prints these days, but I do love my leopard coat. And still rock serious bedhead sometimes.
A yellow dress with floral applique? Yeah, I'd still wear that.
The nautical look? Absolutely!
A plaid poncho? Sure. And I appear to have inherited a penchant for nerd glasses from my parents.
A scratch and sniff pizza t-shirt? Nah, probably won't do that again.