Late to the Dead Show

Dress: LOTUS, Boots and Purse: ShoeDazzle, Necklace: Stella & Dot, Earrings: Marthe Pinaire, Watch: Michael Kors, Ring: Aldo Accessories

It's rainy and hot today, and therefore, pretty muggy out. So, when I got out of the shower, I threw this lovely tie-dyed maxi from LOTUS on. Let's start by pointing out the obvious shall we? You can't really wear a bra with this dress. There is no way to make one work, except just to have it completely and obviously out there. Now normally, you would not catch me dead w/o my good friend, the ol' "over the shoulder boulder holder". I may be a dirty hippie and a card-carrying feminist at heart, but you will not ever catch this chick burning her bra. It was pretty uncomfortable for me to be w/o one, but the rows of ruffles in the front kind of hid the fact that my chest was uh...how can I put this nicely?? Unsupported (at best). Other than being without my security blanket (a minimizer bra), I love this whole outfit. As soon as I put it on I thought to myself that it if I were going to a Grateful Dead concert (and yes, that would require a time machine and the year 1995)..this is what I would wear. My brother, still teases me to this day about locking myself in my room (in the dark) the day that Jerry Garcia died (August 9, 1995). Yup...I remember the day. I was 15, it was the summer, and I was at soccer camp. I learned of his passing at lunch. A visiting coach told me. He had noticed that I wore a Dead t-shirt every single day to practice and came up to me and broke the news. I cried. Yup, cried (clown me if you must). You see, I had been waiting for years to see The Dead play live. My Mom told me that I could go to a show....but not until I was 16 (you know, the whole counter-culture, drug, love-fest reputation). When Jerry, passed I still had 8 months to go (although I have a feeling that when I turned 16, my mom would have then pushed the mandatory minimum age to at least 18). I was SO bummed. I was obsessed. I had a different Dead t-shirt for every day of the month (at least 2 months worth), had well over 100 bootleg tapes, books, posters, stickers, etc. I had entire concerts memorized and could not WAIT to see them. In my mind, I had it all planned. I would jump in a car with my girl (the equally-obsessed), Stacey Babcock, drive to Darien Lake, have the time of my life, and lock that memory away as one of the best days of my entire life. I still get bummed thinking about it. You probably don't care about all of this, but that is where I went in my head today. To a Dead show...and IT.WAS.AWESOME.