I have a new obsession that is taking over my life. THE 70s!!
Ok, ok. I know. I fully realize that the 70s have been taking over the trends for a few seasons now, but it is just now infesting my style. I often find myself so enamored by the 50s and 60s that I ignore the decade of delightful tackiness.
When I was little, I was actually obsessed with this decade. I had a bedroom full of disco balls, smiley faces, blow-up furniture, and black lights. Yes, I had lots of friends.
Anywho, when the 70s came back with a vengeance a couple of years ago, I was completely uninterested. I literally said to myself, "this is the one decade I will never get on board with."
I eat my words. And they are good.
High-waisted flares? YES PLEASE. Huge hair parted down the middle? ABSOLUTELY. Huge green sunglasses? OKAY. Maxi dresses? DONE. Huge-ass platforms? DUH.
Guys, it's about to get crazy. If you need me, I'll be having a melt-down steeped in polyester leisure suits.