So Taylor’s bringing the Reputation tour back and tickets cost me an arm and a leg. Obviously couldn’t show up looking basic, right? Decided to recreate her iconic looks. Let’s just say…it was a journey.
The Starting Panic Phase
Saw that Rep tour announcement and immediately started sweating. Dug through my closet like a raccoon in a dumpster. Found exactly zero suitable snake prints or bodysuits. Yelled “hell no” at my floral sundresses. Needed to level up fast.
Thrift Store Madness
Hit every thrift spot in town feeling desperate. Ended up elbow-deep in bins smelling like mothballs and regret. Grabbed:
- A black sequin jacket with one missing button
- Ripped fishnets (later fixed with electrical tape, don’t ask)
- Weirdly shiny pleather pants that squeak when I walk
Also found this sparkly hoodie for $4. Couldn’t tell if it was cute or radioactive. Threw it in the cart anyway.
DIY Disasters
Wanted that asymmetric gold fringe from the “…Ready For It?” look. Took grandma’s old curtains. Spray-painted them gold. They got crusty. Cut it way too short. Ended up looking like a shredded cheese commercial reject. Crammed the mess into my sewing box like a crime scene.
Shoe Nightmare
Forgot the boots. Found knee-high faux leather boots on sale. Sole detached halfway through the checkout line. Stood there awkwardly holding the flap like a dead fish. Hot-glued that sucker back on in the parking lot. Still feels lumpy.
Final Franken-Outfit
Day of the show? Total chaos.
- Spent 45 mins cramming into squeaky pants
- Sequin jacket scratched my neck raw
- Hoodie shed glitter like a disco snow globe
Felt like a walking meme. But you know what? Got like 20 people asking for photos in the parking lot. Worth every itchy, squeaky, shedding minute.
PS: Wore sneakers inside the venue. Nobody saw ‘em. Zero regrets. Save your feet, people.
