L proceeded to give it hobo style the minute she left the store. She repeatedly threw it down on the asphalt and sidewalk and flailed it against our van tires. She got more than a few stares particularly because she was so vigorous that she kept dropping her cell phone and wallet over and over again in the process!
Then she came home and cut off all the hems, and all of the neckband and most of the pocket. She painted the t-shirt with muddy grey-black water colors and then she used the car to run over the it. Afterward, she scrubbed the t-shirt around in the grass. (This sounds like preparation for a laundry detergent commercial, doesn't it?) She then decided to make little cuts in the body of the shirt and random cuts to make the hem, arm holes and neck holes more tattered.
Once this shirt was deemed "hobo" enough, she paired it with a pair of pants that were well worn and holey at the time when she bought them brand new and that her brother J refers to as her "troubled pop star pants."
She carefully "sloppily" braided her hair (over and over until she felt it was just right) and tied her braid with a remnant of her t-shirt. She topped all this off with her oldest and dirtiest used-to-be-white Keds. It took about three hours to attain that look, not to mention all the planning beforehand!
Then, she and her friends showed up at the "El Cheapo" dance, decided it was "lame," and left after about ten minutes. Ah, the life of a teenager!
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Haha I loved reading this post, it made my whole night
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