Vintage High Waisted jeans

Years ago, my bestie Zalika used to laugh at my very Caribbean tendency to not go out with un-ironed clothing. I used to heckle her very American tendency to leave home with obviously wrinkled clothing. Years later the situation changed, at least on my end. I'm not sure if it's my friendship with Z or my living in the US for a long time that's to blame. At any rate, I no longer iron 'everything' before leaving home. My parents are sometimes appalled when I attempt to go out like a 'Rumpled Charlie or like 'I don't have an owner'. By the way, do these phrases exist in other countries or are they just Trini/Caribbean expressions?) In my parents' defense, I became a bit ridiculous with the no ironing exercise. For example, I began to think that if I wore denim, I didn't need to iron.Thanks to these photos for reminding me that’s not true! Maybe I can strike a balance with the ironing thing. We’ll see how that goes.

Anyhoo, the obnoxiously wrinkled outfit that I’m wearing here is a favourite casual look. I couldn’t believe my luck when I found these vintage jeans in the Goodwill. They’re an item of clothing that I can see myself gladly passing on to a future daughter. I think it would be nice to add to the layers of stories they have surely witnessed over the past several decades, from the 70’s onwards.

Do you have any pieces in your wardrobe that you see as very reflective of a certain chapter in history?