Recently I've been caught up in a 90s denim craze and can't seem to steer away from racks baring high waisted jeans and crop tops. Although it may not be weather appropriate according to my grandma, aka: "where's the white shirt you're supposed to wear underneath" (she means an under shirt in case you were as lost as I was) I still think it's
fresh.
To some I may look like a blast from the past, because when I was asked if I wanted to go to 90s pub night at the Ram... I was already dressed. Oh well, if I can dress like Beverly Hills 90210 maybe Jason Priestly will come back to Canada and marry me -a girl can dream.
