I know this might not be a Friday funny, but in honour of Halloween, I decided a Friday Fright might work.
I was driving my daughter to school this morning (Yes, we drive in the AM so we can have a few more minutes for breakfast-don’t judge.) and the high school kids must have had dress down day as they were in street clothes instead of the usual plaid skirt/ (real)Prada Handbag/Tory Burch flats ensembles I see every other day. Yeah, our drive to school is like a fashion show of 15 year old Catholic models.
(Usually, seeing the high schoolers makes me feel old and cranky because all I can think is man, that is an expensive book bag and wow, those uniform skirts are short, but I digress.)
Today they were in very high fashion clothes.
Then I saw them. I noticed the cute boots first, then I looked up and screamed on the inside.
I noticed her first. But then my daughter must have seen her because she said in a dreamy voice, “oh, what are those called? I want those.”
Now, I have embraced the return of leggings. Any fashion statement that allows me to show off my still shapely calves and hide my three-baby bulge is ok by me. I have to admit (I haven’t bought myself any yet because I am afraid I will expect to see my college self in the mirror- as that’s the last time I wore them- and I will be terribly disappointed.) But still, I’m ok with their return and the return of many other clothes from the high school/early college days of yore.
But what I saw today made me gasp. What I saw today brought back terrible memories of a big time mistake. What I saw today had me say out loud to my daughter, ” I will never buy those for you. They were terrible in 1990 and they are worse today because we should have learned our lesson and left them in the past.”
My fear is that I have moved my children to New Jersey just in time for the return of this look:
No one, not even the adorable, skinny little high school girl can or should pull these off. Thankfully she didn’t have the jacket-just the jeans. But they were tight and well… ugh.
Thank god for knee high boots because at least this may prevent the pegged-ankle look that so often accompanied the acid wash.
I just hope they’re back “out” by the time my daughter has high school dress down.
See? Scary huh?
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