My poor friend Lorena met up with me at the mall on Friday to look for a dress to wear to our friend's wedding on Saturday. At first I had high hopes for the mall. I had decided I wanted to go "modern" and not "vintage." So there I was in Eff-21 like old times trying on dresses and skirts but the only one I sort of liked Lorena said looked "viejita" old lady. You can take the girl out of the thrift but you can't take the thrift out of the girl. After purchasing a snoring black dress at Charlotte Russe, I decided to wear this number I had gotten at a clothing exchange store in the vintage dept. for 13 dollas. I walked into the wedding and Lorena was like, "umm nice dress we picked out." oops.
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Lorena, Luis, and I. Never mind our folklorico stance. Thats all we know.
"Let's show our Spanx." We as classy as those Kardashians.
So being an emo hater, of course I "hate" weddings. I had a bad experience at a wedding in Guadalajara I went to where they didn't feed us till 11pm and I was stranded inside the hall because it was pouring rain outside and I had no car to go get a snack. Terrible times. Did come home with a free pair of slippers with some other people's names embroidered on them though. Anywho, this wedding was not bad at all. All my friends from my old dance group were there and my boyfriend. There was an open bar and no fights which was great. Only thing was that I waited too long to go outside and take pics of my dress hence the strange look of the pics.
Been spending most my life living in a thrifter's paradise,