About three years ago, I was in this phase. Yep. I wore the same thing nearly every day. I rarely left the house without a headband down over my forehead (I know), one of two black leotards (seriously?) under a thrifted shirt, awfully small ripped denim shorts (I know), chipped purple nail polish (okay now it’s just red), and absurdly oversized sunglasses (I KNOW).
Phases are funny. I don’t even know that person.
I was looking for something else when I came across this picture. It solicited thoughts about what “phase” I might be in now, but I couldn’t quite figure it out. I think I’m done with phases. Or maybe we’re never done with phases.
But anyway, if I have to choose a phase…I choose ketchup.
