Oh My Goth.

Something's happening.

Over two decades ago, from around 1985 until 1989(ish), I was Goth. It was tough, you know. I had curly hair, not that beautiful straight black hair (with those perfect bangs) that Goth girls are supposed to have, but I tried my best with the cards that nature (and puberty) dealt me. I wore my pointy-toed, multi-buckled boots and my velvet and my black EVERYTHING and my Siouxsie tee and my leather jacket. And I listened to all the bands you were supposed to listen to and I loved them. And I still do, even more so lately. Which is I feel like this is going to be My Goth Summer. I'm not sure if it's because I had a rather momentous birthday this year, or because I legally finalized the end of a very long-term, very important relationship, or just because something I love and have always loved--fashion-- is so damn cyclical, but somehow, in some weird way, this Goth-y shit is working its way back into my life. I thrifted a dark purple, washed silk skirt in a bordering-on-maxi length, but with a dramatic slit up one side and I think this piece is the one that perhaps sent me over that metaphorical edge, careering over the precipice (so much angst!) into some chasm of personal style history that I'm [weirdly] totally okay with falling into.

Case in point: I recently bought these:

 

Pointy toed fisherman sandals!

Kinda dark, right? I fully intend to wear them ALL SUMMER LONG. With long skirts (black, of course) and drapey tees. Or band tees (anyone wanna buy me a Bauhaus one?). 

I also just bought these. (I'm supposed to be saving money, by the way, but I had coveting these months before and then, on a whim, searched for them and lo and behold they were on hella sale. I had to. HAD. TO.)

HUH? I know. I didn't even wear Creepers (or in this case, Creepers knock offs made by BASS and that designer who will now be known as the sister of the guy who dates Lena Dunham) because they made my already Olive Oyl-esque legs look even skinnier. But now... who gives a shit? Not me, that's for sure. Anything to make me look skinnier is a-okay. Even a pair of floral-printed platform shoes I got on sale because (I'm assuming) no other sane person wants. 

And don't even get me started on my musical choices lately. Sure, I picked up the stoney/sunny pop tunes of Colleen Green today and I love them, just as much as I love the gently used copy of Gaucho (Steely Dan, y'all) I picked up a few weeks ago. But lately, my listening habits have been somewhat dominated by darker things. The aforementioned Siouxsie, but also Bauhaus, Joy Division, Sisters of Mercy... but also newer stuff (that maybe wouldn't be considered Goth, but it is to me). For instance: the following tasty lil' morsels:

Right?