my sister is a physical embodiment of the word style. when i
think of stylish females, totally cool chicks at the forefront of fashion as i
see it, one of the first names (and wardrobes) that comes to mind is desiree
nicole. she will be the first to dispel this statement, full of “there are
people who dress way better than me,” and “urgh, i wish i was cool like [insert
name of current hipster poster-child here].” don’t be fooled, the kid can
dress.
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lets see, things you should know about desiree…. she is
physically 18 years old, all soft skin and dimples and she has the cutest butt
ever. it’s totally adorable and equally as enviable. i can say that, i’m her
sister. anyway, on the outside she is 18; inside, however, she’s an old woman.
i’m not talking emotionally, that’s too dramatic. i’m talking fashion-wise.
my sister seeks unhip. she’s a resident lurker of thrift
shops, ready to snap up the oddest of finds. she will spend forever in the
salvation army looking for, in my personal opinion, the ugliest stuff on the
racks. things you see old women wearing and think, “dude, if that was my
grandma i’d help her find some nice cat applique-free sweaters.” i’m pretty
sure my sister has a cat applique sweater. not kidding. desiree nicole may in
actuality be the spirit of some random old lady named gladys or mildred or geraldine.
some tacky-chic old broad who lives in a kitchy pepto hued trailer in florida.
visions of kathy baker in ‘edward scissorhands’ abound right? now add a touch
of ‘harold and maude’. i mean that literally, add a touch of both harold and maude.
it’s fully unsurprising that i semi detest my sisters
wardrobe. i am generally a minimalist in dress, preferring to rely on
accessories to add individuality. funny though, how i find myself unable to
hate my sisters choice of clothing completely. i am drawn to her closet
whenever i visit, but let’s get one thing very clear. i cannot, CANNOT, wear
pretty much any of the clothing my sister possesses. it isn’t purely due to the
fact that it’s a mélange of prints and colors and sometimes even fabrics that
seem much better suited to a 80 year old woman (and sometimes an 80 year old man!)
instead of an 18 year old one. no, it isn’t solely due to the fact that i would
never in a million years look twice at such pieces while sifting through thrift
store racks myself. it’s because they literally look hideous on me. i look
tragic. a phrase from the film ‘mean girls’ comes to mind… yes, i look like i
was dressed by a “blind sunday school teacher.” oh my god.
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| the epic and quite notorious fox shirt. again, i know. |
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| cutest baby ever. i know. |
to add insult to injury, my sister puts on the same
ensemble and looks gorgeous. she can take the most god awful article of
clothing you have ever seen and make it look high fashion just by putting it
on. it’s almost unfair! true story: she recently found a long sleeved collared
button down in the ugliest print i have ever seen. it combines plaid, paisley
and, no joke, foxes heads. i can’t make this stuff up. it was a size too small,
so what does she do? she removes the sleeves and adds the extra fabric salvaged
to either side to resize it, making it a trapeze style tank. it looks amazing
on her!! she came over recently decked out in said top with equestrian style
leggings and moccasins. seriously?! she is an avid seamstress and has done some
beautiful pieces from scraps of fabric and old ill-fitting garments that could
make any fledgling designer flinch in jealousy. and she has been like this
practically since birth, always looking her best first thanks to my mom and her
love of dressing her children in cute, put together getups, and later due to
her innate sense of knowing what she likes. my sister seldom has a bad outfit
day because she stands behind everything she wears, she adores every piece she rescues
from the ruins that are bargain bins, and she always, always dresses for
herself. i admire that fiercely.
my sister is street fashion, high fashion, granny fashion.
she’s anti-fashion, a total original.


