When I was younger, Supre was the be all and end all.
You pretty much needed earplugs to enter the store, and for that reason, most parents opted to stand outside.
Does anybody remember the tank top that had a condom in a clear pocket and said 'break in case of emergency'. Seriously!!
For my year 7 or 8 dance, I wore a mini tartan skirt, a black singlet top that said SEXY in red velvet letters and black leather knee high high-heeled boots. No kidding. Pretty sure that my dad had taken me shopping for an outfit for the occasion, stood outside of Supre, come in to pay when I asked him to and nearly died of shock when I appeared wearing the outfit at home...
Thankfully there are no photos of said outfit, at least none that I know about, but there will always be evidence of this skirt which I think may have really been a belt... a belt with a belt.
Ha. Oh, god. I was so young and look how short that skirt was. It's kind of okay because I am wearing a bikini and at the beach but when I tell you that I caught the train to the city in that skirt, high heels and boob-tubes, well, that's kind of not okay.
Sorry mum. I know you will call me when you see this!
Now, I didn't always dress like a harlot despite what this post might make you think.
I recently stepped into supre at Southland, having thought that it had shut down years ago and I was surprised when I noticed the small store, crammed full of racks.
I went in, found a gorgeous dress (here) and walked out oddly impressed with myself.
I recently headed out for a girls night out, one that should happen far more often really.
We went to Entourage which is Saturday night RnB at Love Machine.
The music was great and it felt good to be out with the girls again.
So we are in the bathroom, a girl offers to take our photo, snaps it and slurs "it's a winner" before handing the phone back and walking out.
Yeah. Thanks for nothing.
We had had a few drinks but even we knew that this was NQR.
Yep. That's better.
It was a night without incident, which is surprising because we had voted that it be an OTF (on the floor) night out.
We've had some good times.
Fallen down stairs and taken out your other two friends on the way down? Check.
Passed out in a bathroom? Check.
Been ejected from a club? Check.
Now we are clearly too responsible for that rubbish. What a shame.
The awkward lean in full force. I think that I'm actually stumbling over and gripping on to Celeste for dear life.
So. That was a long post when all I really wanted to show you was my new dress.
Tell me about your tacky outfits from your past.