I must be overly nostalgic these days because this whole knee sock à la Cher Horowitz thing is really sticking with me. Everywhere I go I see another tween decked out in Brandy Melville with twiggy legs covered in knee socks, Doc Martins, all the while sporting an especially trendy back-pack. And you know what I think when I see these girls? "Ugh, why can't I be you?" Pathetic right? Am I already to that point in maturity where one envies the youth? Terrifying.
This green eyed monster I like to call my jealous self must be the spawn of my inevitable quarter-life crisis. My 25th birthday is in less than a month and is currently hovering over me like a dark cloud. 25 sounds old. Moue.
Luckily, I am an optimist and my sorrows only come in spurts of 30 minutes, so watch out Brandy Babes. I was watching Clueless when you were merely tots. Us 20-somethings are the trendsetters, and we can wear knee socks too. How about that for an emotional rebound? 25 come and get me!