Geez, you guys have made me remember my red, white and blue plaid bell bottoms – cuffed bell bottoms, no less. Wore them with a navy blue knit top, and thought I looked very hot.
In the early 60’s I had several mohair sweaters and matching wool hip-stitched pleated skirts. Little fashion plate, I was.
My favorite outfit now is Land’s End’s new stretch corduroy jeans, black, worn with a long-sleeved crew neck heather gray sweater. The jeans fit perfectly and they’re comfy as pajamas.
September 2005:
Long purple renaissance dress, black lace stockings, strappy black sandals, long black lace gloves, and 4 shades of purple eyeliner hand-blended shading from light to dark: shimmery heather, plum, amethyst, eggplant. Eggplant lipliner and lipstick too. Several crystal bracelets, gold earrings, and silver pentagram and Goddess pendants. To top it off, a raspberry and cream colored Indian cashmere shawl around me. Girls just want to have fun.
1972 - Kindergarten - I wore dresses a lot with knee socks. My ponytail was held back with thick yarn, tied into a bow.
1974 - Kool-Aid shirt and plaid bell bottoms, my favorite outfit. Does anyone remember those winter coats with the fake fur ruff around the hood? You could put the hood up and zip the zipper up really far, making a “tunnel” between your head and the end of the protruding hood. I don’t know if I explained that right.
1978 - A burgundy crew neck sweater with my monogram across the chest, and a pink oxford shirt underneath. Corduroys. Loafers. This was also the year I was the proud owner of a disco shiny, royal blue baseball-style jacket. Feathered hair. Bonnie Bell lip gloss.
1980 - a leather cowboy hat and boots. Moon boots. A shaggy fake fur coat. Turtleneck sweaters and tight, dark blue jeans. In my back pocket I had a tortiseshell looking comb with the handle sticking out.
Tight designer jeans, like Jordache, Calvin Klein, etc. that were extra long and so tight I had to lie down and zip them with a fork. I was a size 5. (Sigh) High top leather Nikes with the shoelaces loosened, which were white with multicolored hearts on them. A jean jacket with pins (Adam Ant, Prince, etc.). Notebooks with phone numbers, Joey LUVS Donna, and little cartoons covering every square inch. My favorite purple shirt with 3/4 sleeves and puffed sleeves. Roller skates with purple Hugger wheels.
1985 - Graduation year. A really bad fuzzy perm, purple cords with purple high heels. A rabbit fur coat and oxford shirts. Nike shoes with a big swoosh on the side. Blue eye shadow. Lots of hair, and White Rain hair spray in an aerosol can. Pshhhhtt…
1988 - Maternity clothes, including a rugby shirt that was hot pink, white and blue. Reebok princess high tops that were white with a silver logo.
1989 - Jelly shoes and big hair. Scrunchy socks and peach trousers rolled and tightened to calf level. Big sweaters and huge shoulder pads.
Early 80’s: The tux that I wore throughout college for band, orchestra and brass quintet concerts, with a big, velvet bow tie.
And, um, ladies, we’re going to need some photo verification, if it’s available… specifically:
Hillbilly Queen: Black leather studded jacket with huge shoulder pads, skintight spandex jeans, black leather ankle boots with pointy toes and 4" heels, HUGE hair.
Kalhoun: A black leather biker jacket, skin-tight black jeans and a black Harley tank top
DeVena: skin-tight, acid-washed jeans with zippers on the ankles and a fushia long jacket
My favorite from high school (late 80s): A tight yellow miniskirt with paisleys one shade of yellow darker, an orange and yellow striped turtleneck, a long strand of pearls for a belt, white tights, yellow shoes. Orange streaks in my hair completed the look.
HS, 1979: black skin tight pencil leg Gloria Vanderbilt jeans that I also had to lie flat and pull the zipper up with pliers, size 7; 4 in black stilleto pumps; a white poet/edwardian type shirt (lots of lace at the wrist and neck); and a very fitted black velvet jacket, and a black girl hair flip (sort of like a reverse Dorothy Hamill). Oh I knew I looked good. Breathing was clearly so not necessary.