It’s 1985.
I am standing on a lawn, speaking with friends.
My hair is short, a la Kate Lanphear.
My skirt is glazed cotton, from Morningstar, in a mushroom hue.
My sweater is a dull black, boatneck knit by Moretti, bought at Costelloe.
I am wearing this exact outfit, in fact (down to the pleating of the skirt!), apart from the gladiator sandals.
My shoes are lace-up, black, pointy-toed Oxfords, worn without socks, of course.
Michael Kors, you brought me back.
