knit- Top Shop
bunny headband- UO
one day in the spring when i was nine my mom and i began a stroll to a typical chicago neighborhood festival. she was wearing a pink matching cotton pant and blouse set. after we crossed the street a group of older boys(probably 13 or 14) began walking behind us. they were a cacophony of combat boots, harem pants, ripped tees, patched denim vests, dog tags, suspenders, mohawks, dyed black hair and eyeliner.
yum, i thought.
or maybe i just wanted to be them.
regardless, being there, in public, with my mom, while cute stylish punks stomped behind us...
was super embarrassing.
i longed to be in any outfit but the gitano eva joia ensemble i chose that day.
the boy with the dyed black hair came up really tight on us and shouted,
"i hate the color pink!"
my mom,(barely 5 ft tall)spun around and shouted back,
(much to my horror)
"i hate the color black!"
they ran off
and i stood there, on belmont and clark, stunned.