With my Google Reader fashion blog count steadily creeping towards triple digits (66 and counting!), and an impossible amount of time on my hands, I finally got the motivation-and courage- to start a fashion blog. I've been passionate about clothes since as long as I can remember. My fashion history reads something like this:
Baby Molly, trying to get a hand on my grandmother's amazing blouse. And check out my mom's rad dress in the background. I wonder if she still has it..
17 years old, in the midst of a punk phase that never really got out of my system.
There were a couple rotten years in high school with a mohawk and affinity towards garters and studs.
My standard "uniform" for years on end: hand-sewn band shirt, skintight jeans, and creepers.
18. Punk Rock bowling. I always secretly wanted to keep the shoes.
19. On tour.
20. Starting to tone down my look a bit as I realized that office jobs weren't so keen on fluorescent eye shadow and obscene shirts.
21 years old. On a cross country road trip, from California to Philadelphia.
Second from the left. My cousin's wedding in a Forever 21 LBD.
Despite all those cringe-inducing photos, going through them was slightly therapeutic. I can see how my style evolved from dirty punk kid to....well, here's what I look like these days at 22:
And here's one from this morning:
No outfit update this round, but I should have some legit content up soon!