This little ditty drifted across my iPod shuffle today. If a soundtrack is a recipe, I'm adding a little hep cat today to our mix.
I once owned a silverish blue micro mini dress trimmed with a marabou feather edge. I wore it with powder blue 5" wedges and mirror ball earrings. I had these big white sunglasses that completed the look.
This outfit was seen dancing in bars, and a few years later at Halloween. It never occurred to me to be chagrined that one outfit could carry me from club to costume party within a few years of purchase. It was a hot look. I would have fit in beautifully at Studio 54.
That outfit danced to this song more than once.
David Bowie - Golden Years
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