'80s galore

I occasionally get sucked into a vortex of ‘80s awesomeness, via your local thrift store. Can’t quite remember from which shops these particular items hail — likely somewhere in suburban Minnesota — but it doesn’t really matter. The pants used to be stirrups. I cut ‘em off and had ’em hemmed. Hopefully I won’t regret it one day when stirrups make an enormous comback. (Hey, never say never.)

My necklace, on the other hand, is a wonder to behold. It comes from the exact opposite of a thrift store. Stephanie Lake, a jewelry designer friend of mine, gave it to me approximately one year ago at a party.