My Coolness Knows No Bounds

Look what I found while cleaning out my basement:

New Kids on the Block - posters, Big Bopper magazines, books, puzzles...

Ah yes in my little kid handwriting the words  "I heart Joe."
If you look closely you can see LIPSTICK marks on his mouth.
Who knew I was such a little hussy?!

Jenny, age 7, fills out an order form that will never be...

NKOTB trading cards!

Apparently I've always loved a good arm party...

And the color pink...

And coordinating my outfits...

And being a complete spaz...

Let's be honest though...
Who doesn't love putting together a heart-shaped Joe McIntyre puzzle?

Or doing some light reading on the couch?

Or having the confidence to post this photo for all the world to see?

Finding the "New Kids" box was the highlight of my day (ok my week).  I was cracking up looking through this stuff.

I'd like to leave you with this whopper that I wrote at the ripe old age of seven:

Spelling was never my strength... 

That's all for today.

Hope you all become rich and famous and still have your peace of mind ;)

xoxo

Jenny

Kelly Kapowski

Just a quick rant today.

I was at the mall last night in search of something to wear for my 30th birthday bash and was in awe of the crappy 90s throwbacks that were filling the racks at every turn.  Some 90s trends I'm ok with, like colored skinny jeans (granted the last time I wore them they were Bongo and a size 00 extra long but lets not talk about that ok?)  Super.  Thanks.  And neon is also great (in moderation).

Like this.
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Not this.
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But crop tops?  Denim vests?  Pallazzo pants?  Coolots?  Really?  How about I froof my bangs a la Kelly Kapowski, spray on alittle CK1, grab my tomagotchi and Ace of Base mix tape and head on over to the Roller Rink for Skate Night!?!  Ugh!

I'm pretty sure she bought this outfit at Forever 21 yesterday...
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The nineties were bad enough the first time.  They were like the 80s annoying little brother; trying to be cool, but ending up just a cheap imitation.

What's next?  Mood rings?  Parachute pants?  Pagers?  No Fear t-shirts?  Snap bracelets? Scrunchies?

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I'm starting to regret giving away my Surfstyle windbreaker, my Charlotte Hornets Starter jacket, my Doc Martens, and my entire 5-7-9 wardrobe.  If only I kept that necklace with my name (then spelled "Jennie" so I could be cool like Jennie Garth) written on a grain of rice, or my black Jansport with Grateful Dead bear patches, or my purple and teal Umbro shorts.

Me circa 1993
Please enjoy the high wasted jeans and scrunchie.

Me circa 1996
For your viewing pleasure
 the only time you will see me in
a crop top and cut offs.

Sigh.  I guess its time to dig out the New Kids on the Block lunchbox, watch some Clarissa Explains It All, and snort a pixi stick, because like it or not the 90s are back.  Don't believe me?  Pop on over to Eastview and see for yourself.

Enough of my [not so quick after all] rant.  How do you feel about the return of 90s fashions?  Does it smell like Teen Spirit?  Or just plain stink?

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