Extreme Moments in Bad Fashion: Volume 1
Tuesday, October 26th, 2010In a far off land, a long long time ago, possibly in another life, I wore a lot of REALLY ugly clothes. And by ugly I mean extreme skimpy and inappropriate for public as well as unfit for human eyes. But it seemed like a good idea at the time.
If anyone ever makes a movie about my life, “It seemed like a good idea at the time” would be the tag line on the posters for both high school AND college.
Most of the blame falls on a) being 19 b) losing a lot of weight and suddenly being about to FIT into extremely skimpy clothing and c) being a regular at a bar where a fake velvet cheetah print bell bottom unitard was considered perfectly normal attire. Did I mention this bar also had a disco ball shaped like a saddle? And that it was not just a bar but a country line dancing night club? Where I was not only a regular but once asked to take part in a “Girls of Neon Moon” charity calendar?
Are you going to stop laughing soon? I’ll wait while you go put on dry pants.
FOR THE RECORD: The calendar never happened. So stop Googling.
ALSO FOR THE RECORD: I met E at that bar. And married him mostly for his line dancing skills.
As part of our current home renovation, we needed to make room in the storage half of the attic for all the junk we need to get out of the living space half of the attic. Since I am the kind of person who Has A Hard Time Getting Rid Of Things, I found three giant tubs full of clothes I have kept for far far too long. Some are just too small (I gave them to my friend Megan who has lost like a zillion pounds and wears tiny midget sizes now), some are just out of fashion (I donated them to Goodwill), and some are so terrifically awful I kept them just to take pictures.
I present for your mocking pleasure – The black sparkly mirrored pants:
- I appologize for the bad lighting. But TRUST ME, you don’t want to see them any more clearly anyway.
- I bought them at Gadzooks. Did you have one of those in your mall? It was like Hot Topic for club goers – less hair dye, more pink.
I think I mentioned before they were a size 5. Turns out they’re actually a 7. But they’re a 7 the same way fat free mayonnaise is actually mayonnaise. NOT AT ALL.
- Good news though! They’re stretchy!
Now, you may be asking yourself “What does one wear with such lovely, lovely pants?” So I present, the matching shirt.
- Hmm….maybe on the hanger it’s a little hard to see.
- I swear it was in the “clothing” section of the store. Gadzooks again, in case you hadn’t guessed.
Still not convinced it’s a shirt?
Sigh.
Fine.
- Please don’t blame my mother. She raised me better than this.
P.S. For the record, don’t expect awesome vintage pictures with future bad fashion posts. They all seem to have gotten lost somewhere between my college apartment and this house. But boy am I going to hold this against my kids some day – LOOK WHAT PREGNANCY RUINED!
THIS HAS BEEN…Extreme Moments in Bad Fashion!
