I found this picture in the archives today and it made me think of a few things.
1) I miss La Fiesta.
2) If ever there was an Amiga of La Fiesta, it would be me.
3) Cory did not enjoy my outfit that day.
I can count the times that Cory disliked what I wore on one hand. He's easy to please. His hard-lined opinions don't typically extend to fashion. But I clearly remember him giving me a look on this day. His look said, "Say whaaaaat?" Or something like that.
What you might not be able to see is that my shorts were navy and white pinstripes.
Because I'm a sucker for seersucker.
(Don't even get me started on springtime in DC. Seersucker suits with polka-dotted bow ties! Have mercy.)
I have this....this....problem. I really enjoy throwing oddball things together on the off-chance that I might be on to something. You should try it.
She sure has.
Do you hear that? It's my heart, swelling with stripey, flowery, clashy pride.