I do believe my phat pants circa 2000 probably won the Canadian version of that competition. You could fit a small African nation inside each leg.
Of course, the blue streaks in my hair and the Winnie the Pooh backpack tended to distract people from what I was wearing on the bottom half. 
You know, I’m feeling a lot better about the only time I bought something because it was “like, totally IN!” (only I’m old enough that we didn’t speak like that).
I was 14, my 13yo cousin was in town for the festivals and Mecano was doing their first tour… lemme tell you, the ruffled top and ruffled, huggy short skirt that manages to look semidecent on someone as skinny as Mecano’s singer does not go well on someone with the general shape of a Greek amphora.
I wanted the “big pants” so badly, and wanted to have the biggest pants that I could find that I actually bought my jeans at a big and tall mens store. They were size 72 waist, which I believe at the time left me with a difference of 42 extra inches of waistline. I’d usually top that off with a 4 or 5x polo shirt because apparently the goal at the time was to appear to be shrinking rapidly.
How I managed to skateboard in such getups amazes me still.
I must not have made it to the other side of the madness, because I would wear all of that right now.
I still wear legwarmers, although not over jeans.
I do remember putting something called a banana clip in my hair when I was in junior high. I think the effect I was going for was something like this.
My favorite outfit back in 1971 was Pink hot pants with a stretchy Peasant blouse. With platform sandals.
“Who wears short shorts? We wear short shorts!!”
I am also guilty of some of the 80’s style gaffs previously mentioned. I’m not telling which ones!
Oh, the banana clips! I loved those!
I bought a pair of parachute pants in the spring of 1984.
I’m really sorry.
What about harem pants? The kinds that are close fitting around the waist, backside, and ankles, but sort of balloon out everywhere else. I had a pair. In paisley. And I frequently wore long underwear underneath.
Stirrup pants with big shirts. Not a pretty look.
And the feathered roach clip earrings I wore in the late 70’s & early 80’s. I don’t know if they were considered fashionable, per se, but they certainly were popular with the kids I hung around with.
Ooh, I’m getting a little queasy. I just remembered an outfit I put together in '81 to go dancing. I was so proud of it, too. It was a pair of grey slacks that were pegged at the ankles, and a pair of black 5" heels, a silky black blouse, and a black hat. Nevermind that I was too young to legally enter the bar, and nevermind that I was actually going to be dancing in that get-up. I just looked the epitome of cool, even if no one else appreciated the hat.
And I do remember combining some odd elements, a la Andi in Pretty in Pink. Fortunately no photos exist of that era.
ETA–I just remembered a popular trend in Salt Lake City in the 80’s. Girls would wear loose-fitting men’s boxer shorts (with the opening sewn closed or pinned closed) over long underwear in the winter. I never went out of the house in that get-up, but my 8-yrs-younger sister went to school dressed that way.
OMG the 80’s!
Spiral perms, off the shoulder sweatshirts (a la flashdance), stirrup pants with baggy sweaters, fuschia lipstick with blue eye shadow AND blue mascara, neon colors, and there was this brief flirtation with black tights, black sweater and ridiculously short skirts.
All of this can be redeemed by the fact that I NEVER wore parachute pants.
Parachute pants.
Sleeveless t shirt w/ Japanese rising sun graphics.
Mullet.:eek:
Do I win?
Not till we see the pix. 
I could probably dig up a pic somewhere. But I’d have to kill you after you after you see it.
When I was 14 or so, I had my sister the beauty school student perm my hair. All 2.5" of stick straight, very fine, extremely dense hair. It took her and another student the better part of 3 hours to roll it. The results were…not good. But damn it all, I was going to look like all the other girls at the La Plata County fair! That’s why I had the Wranglers, Oakleys, and Justin Ropers too.
Oh god.
Back in the 80s I had a white sleeveless T-shirt with cuts which ran from the bottom of the arm hole to the bottom hem line. Over top of this I wore a black nylon mesh T-shirt. My pants were black with grey pleats down the front. Wow.
Um.
MC Hammer Pants
:smack:
Most of my beauty errors have involved my hair. Doing the color myself rarely ends well. FWIW, my hair’s naturally a medium-to-darkish brown with some reddish highlights and I’m pretty fair-skinned.
At 14 while trying to turn myself into a blonde bombshell, I misread the instructions on a bottle of Sun-In and used up half the bottle in one sitting. Took a year and a half for the orange to grow out.
At 20, I left a shade called “Plum Brown” in for too long and ended up with matte black hair with purple wherever I have natural highlights. And a spiral perm.
Mid-20s, Pixie cut. (That’s as far as I can go without crying at the memory)
A couple of years ago I tried that L’Oreal 2-part thing, where you do the base color and then put in your own highlights. For some reason the top of my hair just drank in the highlight stuff, and the ends didn’t take any. My hair turned orange at the top, and stayed dark the rest of the way down. My stylist still refers to the fix very clinically as the “corrective procedure.” Though it is in her “book” as some of her better work.
I had an allergic reaction to a lime-flavored lip balm that made me look like the unholy spawn of Molly Ringwald and Faye Dunaway in “Mommie Dearest” for a week.
And I should never, ever wear red lipstick. I don’t wear it, it wears me. I can get away with it for my flapper costume, but that’s about it.
ETA: 1981. Rust corduroy knickers. With knee socks striped in various shades of rust. I’m…so…ashamed…
In the 70"s bell bottom jeans, Jesus. In the 90’s I some how thought that cowboy boots would be a good look for me. Cowboy boots can look good on tall men, 5’9? not so good. Although I managed to stay away from the mullet I stuck with feathered hair for more years than I care to admit.
I’m amazed that I have even had sex.
My costume for this Halloween is going to be Hot 80’s Girl (to go along with my husband, Sonny Crockett) - I’m taking notes on all of this (plus I remember all of it from the first go round!)
Ah the 80s. I had a pair of light pink jeans with black “splatter paint” print on them. I got them in Greenwich Village so it was teh Cooliest.
I also had a pair of jeans that were yellow and green 1/4" stripes - when I wore them out at the knees I cut them off for shorts, that’s how much I loved them. LOL!
Male, 38. Parachute pants. The louder the pattern the better. I had a pair that were black with neon yellow skull & crossbones all over 'em.
Ooh, and some Nike Cross Trainers with neon orange laces. They were bright enough to be legal during hunting season, I imagine.
