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Thoughts upon a day of clothes shopping
Sep. 3rd, 2007 10:23 amThe day I have dreaded has arrived. The 60s fashion revival was nervewracking, but I got it. Then the 70s came back -- again, largely ill-considered but with occasional merit. It wasn't hard to see that the 80s would follow, and so it has over the past few season. This season, though, this one is the worse of all. This is the season of the late-70s, Early 80s. Not the punk or New Wave 80s, oh no. This is the John Denver, Hee Haw, "9-to-5" 80s. Faux western plaids with little sparkly threads running through them, puffy short sleeves, smocking (yes, smocking!!!) across the shoulders, little pointed collars and puffy sleeve shirts (or rather, sewn-in dickies) under sweater vests, long shirts with skinny fabric belts, peter-pan collars, skinny belts covered in fabric to match the pants/dress/whatever with a useless threaded buckle... it's all there. And not in a good way.
This is the Mutation and Death of the Farrah Hairstyle 80s, the "let's get Jimmy Carter out of office"/Iran crisis 80s. This is first-term Reagan 80s. *shudder* You know those pictures you have where (if you graduated in the late 80s/early 90s) where you hate to look at them because everything you were wearing was so freaking ugly?
They're back.
My mother kept bringing me clothes to try on from the "professional" sections. It was not good. Eventually we got out of that area and into stuff that focused more on separates and wasn't quite so "trendy" and I fared much better. I did eventually find clothes that looked good on me and didn't make me feel like a Linda Ronstadt flashback, but it took far longer than it should have.
Bless my mom for putting up with me, though. And good on me for having the fortitude to say "no" when she was like "well, it looks okay." One thing stupid fashion shows on TV have taught me is that if "okay" is the best thing you can say about it, put it back. Thank you, What Not to Wear.
This is the Mutation and Death of the Farrah Hairstyle 80s, the "let's get Jimmy Carter out of office"/Iran crisis 80s. This is first-term Reagan 80s. *shudder* You know those pictures you have where (if you graduated in the late 80s/early 90s) where you hate to look at them because everything you were wearing was so freaking ugly?
They're back.
My mother kept bringing me clothes to try on from the "professional" sections. It was not good. Eventually we got out of that area and into stuff that focused more on separates and wasn't quite so "trendy" and I fared much better. I did eventually find clothes that looked good on me and didn't make me feel like a Linda Ronstadt flashback, but it took far longer than it should have.
Bless my mom for putting up with me, though. And good on me for having the fortitude to say "no" when she was like "well, it looks okay." One thing stupid fashion shows on TV have taught me is that if "okay" is the best thing you can say about it, put it back. Thank you, What Not to Wear.
