desiree nicole.

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.

the epic and quite notorious fox shirt. again, i know.

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.