Recently recovered from my parent’s barn, my Prince J/R Mini racquet, absurdly detailed ID label intact. This was the golden era of tennis for me–when the word itself only appeared in a paintbrush script. Almost vintage?

A while ago I did a post about how old pictures of my mom and sister help inspire my modern fashion choices, after which my sister wrote saying that I’d be hard-pressed to come up with an old outfit of hers that anyone would want a modern day equivalent of. She is so wrong, and [...]

A friendly reminder, just in case you forgot how good this song/video was/is: