Let Me Be Your Groupie, Baby
This look was inspired by my teenage self and the fact that festival season is upon us. Teenage me was the type of girl who would boldly walk backstage at gigs, like she worked for the band, and find herself chilling like a villain in the green room. 
Ok. That only really happened a handful of times, and each time I was scared out of my wits and just lurked awkwardly in the corner until someone acknowledged me. But I did play pool with a couple of nice (and pretty famous) bands who reached out to the young weirdo in the corner. 
Teenage me would have totally rocked this metallic rocker chic gone sexpot number had such options existed back in the day. It’s literally the perfect look for SXSW- the festival that has currently turned my quiet hometown of Austin into a hot mess that’s musically blessed. 
Want to rock this grown up groupie, look? The top is simple band style t-shirt that knotted into a crop top. I purchased mine at Forever 21, but any band tee will do. The metallic cotton candy wonder skirt is from ASOS, and has instantly become a new favorite. It’s light and basically a neutral, if you’re a unicorn bad ass such as myself. The gypsy inspired sandals are from JustFab’s new sandal line and are surprisingly comfortable. I topped it off with my fav light weight funky chunky tassel earrings, a bejeweled leather cuff (I like this alternative) and “don’t mess with me, I’ll key your car and steal your beer” hot pink matte lipstick (that I bought from the dollar store and love, don’t judge).
Sometimes you are given the opportunity to do more than just shine, you’re given the ability to full on neon on sign glow. Today was one of those days. See, I saw this camouflage jacket and I could have been subtle. I could have paired it with a theme tee and jeans. But there on the rack, the little copper stunner spoke to me. It said, “Anna , be bold.”
And I listened. When fashion speaks to me, I keep these ears piqued. I soak in all the free inspiration. And then next thing I new I was digging in my closet for my old faithful blue velvet booties.
The result is a whole lot of look. But, can we take a second to marvel at how awesome that look is? I look like a plus size fly girl and if In Living Color was still a thing I would be shimming my way onto your regular evening programming. 
I feel like often fashion speaks to us and we refuse to listen, because it’s too loud, too bold, too unusual. Because the world tells us that being different and standing out are bad things. Blend, everybody blend.
I decided some many moons ago that I was never going to blend well, so I might as well stick out like a sore thumb and just own it. So here I am metallic, sequined, and lifted on velvet raising one hand high in the air and dropping one booty low dancing it out to the joy that is being the weirdo you are and owning it. And dangit, I look good!
