Wanted to Be Them

A collection of all the girls I thought I would be one day.  After this, I swear, I'll never post a 90's girl again.  Let's start from the very beginning. 

 

I wanted that vest so bad.  And David Bowie in leggings.  Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen.

Rayanne Graff.  Endlessly clashing patterns, mismatched plastic earrings, baby barrettes, chunks of perfectly (strangely) placed hair, and lots of plaid.  My 4th grade best friend and I agreed that she was so Angela and I was so Rayanne.  Most of it was bad, but worked so well.  I wore as much jewelery as possible when this was on in elementary school (that's right, I did not discover it through MTV reruns) and it made the heavy-ringed fingers and hundreds of necklaces worth it when the cool 5th grader said "You are like, totally the Rayanne of our school."

I've touched on this video once already, but it deserves another look.  I had a plaid shirt that I swore was the exact same one from the video.  I forgot it in a movie theater and cried my eyes out. 

Blaire Waldorf before Blair Waldorf even existed.  She did not skin a collie to make her backpack, she did break in her new purple clogs, and no, a watch did not really go with that outfit.
This is an Alaia.

Light as a feather, stiff as a board.  Light as a feather, stiff as a board.  Everyone had that one girl who claimed it was really working this time! Also, who hasn't done the thing where you run your hands over your hair and then shake it out to change the color.  That wasn't just me, right?  Right...?

Skanky, I know.   But you can't beat that swinging in the woods scene.  

"I could get straight A's if I was chowin' down speed, too!"  She was so Contempo Casuals.  Mohair sweater... and so so sad.

"I thought you said that jacket was so 5 minutes ago."  "It's like, retro!"

 The less-rich girl from Minnesota always trying to keep up with Kelly and Donna.  I recently started DVRing 90210 on SoapNet, but after a few weeks I realized I was only watching it to look at their outfits.  When the story lines went from high school's "The gang throws Nat a birthday party at the Peach Pit!" to the college years' "Dylan and Brandon must save Kelly from a cult" I stopped being so entertained by 90's bodycon dresses and big hair. 

And that's who I planned on being when I was 10.