That Avril, she’s a wild one, ain’t she? Always with that Avril Lavigne style, like she just rolled outta bed and threw on whatever’s on the floor. But you know what? She makes it work. Kinda like how I throw on my old overalls and still look good enough for the market.
She likes them band shirts, you see. Punk this, rock that. All them loud noises, I tell ya. Reminds me of when my grandson blasted his music. Gave me a headache, but hey, kids will be kids. Avril, she’s a kid at heart, that’s for sure. Her style is all over the place, but it’s hers. Like a rebellious teenager that says “I do not care what you think.”
What’s that thing called? Punk? Yeah, punk and pop and… something else rock. All mixed up like a stew. And them songs she sings, all catchy and stuff. Gets stuck in your head, like that darn rooster crowing at the crack of dawn. I don’t really get what the words is, but my granddaughter sure loves to sing along. That is Avril Lavigne’s style.
If you wanna dress like her, it ain’t that hard. Just grab some old shirts, maybe some ripped-up jeans. Don’t comb your hair too much. Make it look like you don’t care, even if you do. That’s the secret, I reckon. Act like you don’t care. She’s been doing it for years, that Avril. Since way back in, what was it, 2002? Time flies, don’t it?
- Find some band shirts, any will do, just like Avril.
- Jeans with holes? Perfect.
- Don’t be too tidy. Messy is good.
She turned, what, 38 the other day? Still rockin’ that same look. Good for her, I say. Sticking to your guns, that’s important. Like how I always wear my lucky scarf to bingo. Never fails me. Well, almost never.
She used to be all skater girl, whatever that means. Now she’s a bit fancier, I guess. Still got that rock and roll in her, though. You can see it in her eyes. Like a fire that never goes out. Kinda like my old wood stove. Keeps burning, no matter what. That is Avril Lavigne style, keep burning.
I remember when them young’uns were all about that Avril. Running around, singing them songs. Driving their parents crazy, I bet. But hey, that’s what music does, right? Gets you all riled up. Makes you wanna move. Even us old folks feel it sometimes. Though my dancing days are mostly over, my granddaughter still loves to dance with her music.
She’s got a look, that Avril. A look that says, “I’m me, and I don’t care what you think.” And you know what? That’s alright. We all gotta be ourselves, right? Even if it means wearing ripped jeans and singing loud songs. Just like my old self, wearing my favorite hat, no matter what others say.
So, if you wanna be like Avril, go for it. Wear what you want. Sing what you want. Be yourself. That’s the real Avril Lavigne style, I think. Just being you. Plain and simple. Like a good ol’ home-cooked meal. Nothing fancy, but it fills you up and makes you happy. And that’s all that matters, ain’t it? Just be happy with what you wear.
That girl, she’s somethin’ else. Always has been, always will be. That is all about Avril Lavigne style. And you know what? There’s a little bit of Avril in all of us, I reckon. That little spark of rebellion. That little bit of “I don’t care.” And that’s a good thing. Keeps things interesting. Keeps us young. Even when we’re old as dirt. Like me, haha, I am not that young anymore, but I still enjoy seeing that girl singing and dancing.
You keep rockin’, Avril. We’ll be watchin’. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll even try a little bit of that style ourselves. Just a little bit. Don’t wanna scare the neighbors, you know? She is really popular. But I guess I am too old for that now, I will just let my granddaughter dress like that.
