Yooo, tell me whatcha want, whatcha really, really want!
I really, really, wanna be a kid again.
I've come to fully embrace the 90s nostalgia that has overtaken the internet. It makes me wonder if children of the 80s grew up with this kind of technology would have pined after their childhood so fervently as my generation seems to; it's such an incredible feat to be constantly inundated with all the things I used to enjoy when I was eight, almost as if I've never fully grown up or like those things have never really left. While I can not revisit the joyous taste of Waffle Crisp and I am perhaps a little too old to collect pogs, it's pretty marvelous to flip on the TV and watch repeats of Rugrats and Powerpuff girls, or walk into Urban Outfitters and purchase a Lisa Frank sweater. I remember being younger and adoring this pair of baggy overalls that I would wear over a black shirt and underneath a frilly pink tutu and now it's actually cool. Imagine that!
In between my denim follies and repeated viewings of Harriet the Spy, my five-year-old self was hopelessly obsessed with the Spice Girls. I rabidly collected their dolls and I riddled holes in my baby teeth on a diet that consisted almost entirely of their lollipops. My fourth birthday party was Spice Girl themed and I still have some of the cups and plates and napkins as weird keepsakes. While cleaning out my garage, I discovered that I had even made a Spice Girls scrapbook complete with frightening hand drawn renditions of the Fab 5 and captions in backwards handwriting that documented my excitement to share the same hair texture as Scary Spice and a lifelong dream to become Baby Spice. Along with gum wrappers and magazine clippings, yet to be included, my scrapbook box guarded the greatest treasure of all: A Spice World concert tee!
Spice Girls Concert Tee x Vintage// Velvet Skater Dress x Thrift// Calandra Wedges x Shoedazzle// Bandana x RTX// Fang Bang Necklace x MYOB
At five years old, I was still an only child and thus hopelessly spoiled. I was also the first baby in my family, so I was doted upon to my heart's content. Within the same year, I received a Spice Girls costume set, Spice World VHS tape, and tickets to my very first concert, starring my very favorite women. My uncle had his girlfriend stand in line for two days in order to be one of the first people to purchase tickets at The Forum and she managed to secure two tickets in the third row. Let me repeat that, I saw the Spice Girls in 1998, in the third row away from the stage! He likes to tell me that I spent the majority of the concert staring at them on the jumboscreen instead of right in front of me on stage and I will never really understand why I did. I do, however, recall wanting absolutely all of the souvenirs and finally settling on one Baby Spice pillow and one concert tee. With a stroke of genius I have only begun to appreciate, my uncle bought the shirt in an adult large; I was furious, I couldn't wear my shirt to school as proof of my concert exploit without it being a dress, but I remember him saying: "It's so large, you'll be able to wear it your whole life, even when you're older". Now, I've had my fair share of concerts in the years that have followed, but I don't consider any nearly as special. After discovering this shirt in its hiding place, and slipping it over my head, it fit me normally and required only a minimum amount of pinning (it's too sacred to cut and sew).
I often attribute the Spice Girls to my introduction to the idea of feminism. I heard things like "Girl Power" and it opened up my little mind to the concept that girls were just as capable as boys to be amazing. Regardless of their number one hits and subsequent pop culture mainstay, the Spice Girls accomplished teaching a generation of little girls (and boys) that you can embrace your sexuality and still be powerful. You can be tough and feminine. You can be strong and beautiful. I used to chant "Girl Power" on the playground when boys said I couldn't play tackle with them and that little mantra has stuck in my head and my heart to this day. We can argue that pop stardom is not the greatest example of a woman's potential, but I'm not the type of person to trivialize how we choose to live our lives; not every girl wants to be a rocket scientist or President, not every girl wants to be a princess, and no dream makes you better or worse than the next. Women are strong and multidimensional lovely beings. We are sporty, we can be scary, we like to dress up and be posh, we're sweet like Baby, and sassy like Ginger. I think that is why underneath the explosively catchy tunes, is what makes the Spice Girls special.
Let's go over some outfit details, because this is a STYLE blog after all! I paired the tee with a velvet skater dress courtesy of my grandma who is notorious for shopping only in discount stores and thrift shops. She doesn't get my style, but continues to supply me with a neverending array of things she knows I'll like. As the story goes, she scored this for a dollar and I am only to wear it with stockings because it's so short (breaking the rules here, but Grannie will understand). Accessory wise, I'm rocking this quirky cool necklace made by my good friend Comi of M.Y.O.B. It's got that quirky, cool, kawaii style that I'm all about! This little necklace is so fun! Vampire fangs with shiny hot pink "blood". Support up and coming designers! Go and get yourself a pair of earrings, or hand-studded baseball caps.
Blah, blah, blah. Girl Power