Yowzah – that sentence is a borderline-criminal grammatical offense oy veyyy. Moving on.
The reasonably priced vintage goodies lie in the less trafficked areas of Artists and Fleas, so I made my way to the back booths. These ten dollar dreams were found shortly thereafter:

I had the pleasure of viewing Hot Tub Time Machine yesterday evening. Twas a feast for the eyes, what with the radical eighties fashions and all. I kept hitting the pause button every time an epic outfit came onscreen, which turned the 90 minute movie into a three-hour ordeal and tested my BF’s patience. Poor baby.
If I could live in an age of stonewashed denim and neon ridiculousness I would, but I can’t. So I paired the eighties shorts with a seventies top and some present-day wedges instead.

This is called satiating a silly style urge sans looking like you’re en route to a Debbie Gibson concert. Not that there’s anything wrong with the latter.
Oh, come on. You KNOW you loved Debbie too. E-LEC-TRIC YOUTH!


No no, these look reaallly good! And I liked the color of jean you chose to do this with