In the next few months, I am going to be making a few public appearances. Well, maybe I wouldn’t call them “public appearances,” but times when I have to show my face in public for a volunteer or speaking capacity. I have an ace fall/winter wardrobe, but after having lived in Florida for several years, my summer wardrobe is sorely lacking. The reason being that you sort of beat summer clothes to death down there, needing to wear them ten months out of twelve. Now that I am back in the north, I am sifting what is threadbare and sunbleached. When I find something, I tend to wear it for years so I don’t have to face the horror of the three way mirror.
I remember being in that awkward eleven to thirteen year old age range where my body was all sorts of awkward. One Saturday afternoon, I was pingponged between the women’s, petite’s, misses, and junior’s departments. Every saleswoman and cashier kept directing me to the next department. I was too short for misses and juniors, I was too curvey for the children’s department, and I also didn’t quite make it into the petite department either. The only one who didn’t reject me was the Plus Size Clothing department, because at 4′ 10″ and 80 to 90 lbs, I knew I shouldn’t bother. Maybe I should have gone there, as perhaps they may have been nicer to me.
Finally, the shift changed and a nice lady suggested to my mother, “Why don’t you try stretch pants?” Stretch pants! Stretch pants were/was the saving grace, only second to Christ, of my pitiful preteen existence. This meant I didn’t have to drop out of school after all. I didn’t have to wear my brother’s pants cinched in. I didn’t have to wear dresses every day. Thank you, stretch pants inventor. Unfortunately you were stifled by ladies who were older than me that wore you ten sizes too small with no oversized sweater creating some formulation of forgiveness. Today, I don’t need them as I have hit the 5 foot mark. All I have is my memories.
At any rate, I have been crawling around the web, and one of the websites I stumbled on was Simplybe.co.uk. They didn’t have much as far as petite clothes, but what I did like about the site is the “trend” pages that pulled together a few looks. One of them was “Back to the 80s.” No! I won’t! Don’t make me kick and scream. Actually, the yellow clutch is cute…
I heard someone say once that if you wore the trend the first time around, you will look like a bag lady or has been now, and not young and hip. I disagree, as the styles are interpreted slightly differently. Maybe the problem is that said persons give off the vibe because their head is rolling around with painful memories of the original clothing. So, if this is your “first time around,” or you are at least confident about it, you might want to check out what they have.
Spill it! Do you have any 80s fashion nightmares? Can you pull off the look today?