I was looking at old pictures today and started to feel a
bit nostalgic/nauseous when I was looking at all the clothes my mother forced
me to wear. I was a child of the 90s and while there were a few magical things
that came out of that decade like NSYNC and F.R.I.E.N.D.S. the fashion was just
horrific.
I
remember when I was around twelve years old my mom forced me to wear Oshkosh B'gosh
overalls and these hideous Timberland boots to the local high school football
game. And I couldn’t reason with her that Johnny, my secret crush, would just
think I was a total loser if I wore those farmer clothes instead of my glittery
Limited Too mini skirt. Moms have this sick fascination with dressing their
children up in such a torturous way that it should be illegal in at least 30
states. I ended up hiding under the bleachers all night in fear of being seen
by my classmates. You think I’m being dramatic? Just take a look at this train
wreck that the 90s called fashion.
I
also remember having this odd fascination with Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen. I didn’t
have a twin, but I did have a best friend so we decide we would get matching
pleather vests and round sunglasses so that we could look like twins when we went
to school. Keep in mind my friend has platinum blonde hair and I have dark
brown hair also she is a good 6 inches taller than I am, but that didn’t matter
because those sunglasses were our disguise. We were too cool for school.
When
my mom wasn’t torturing me with Timberland boots she was taking on a whole new
form of punishment by putting me in an oversized sweater with a huge teddy bear
on the front of it. I looked ridiculous, and I’m sure all my friends had a good
laugh behind my back about that disgusting sweater, but my mom thought I was
just “cute as a button”. Ugh.
Bless my mom’s heart she is a sweet lady, but the plague of
bad fashion takes no prisoners. We were both the victims of outrageous 90s
fashion. Thank goodness that is in the past, I’m sure my Ugg boots and leggings
will always be super stylish. (sarcasm to the max). Hope you had a good laugh at my misfortune!
With love,
Darcy.
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