Yes, old. As in, I saw countless teeth covered in braces. As in, I found myself wondering where their parents were. As in, my jaw dropped at the cheek-bearing-shorts that most girls were wearing. I found myself channeling my inner grandmother while saying, "Oh my word, kids these days. I can't imagine her father would approve. Should I tell her to cover up?"
As if grandma speaking through me wasn't enough, I even started talking in "rapper". It went something like..."Oh. My. God. Becky. Look at those shorts. They're so small. Her butt is just, like, out there." (Pat on the back if you got that reference.)
Net net, in one weekend I've successfully transformed into both a grandma and a rapper. Didn't think it was possible? You must not have been there.
Of course, there were plenty of fashionistas worth applauding. Festival gear should be comfortable, airy and boho-chic. And while I may shake my head at too-short shorts, I appreciate a healthy dose of skin when done right. Festivals are hot, after all, and hey you're only young once. I snapped a few photos of some lovely ladies who I thought were on-point. Would you agree?
Care to dance? Follow my lead.