You left out the fact that the sleeves are too short, too. So yeah, ill-fitting alone does not a shrunked jacket make. It needs to be ill-fitting in precisely the right way. (Sorry Alibelle, I calls 'em as I sees 'em.)
I don't know. I'm not offended. I mean, my sleeves are the right length, but it is otherwise pretty fitted, and just goes to the waist. And I like it, even if other people don't. I mean, I don't understand the seventies, and even a lot of the eighties, for that matter, AT ALL, so it really takes all kinds.
I don't understand the seventies, and even a lot of the eighties, for that matter, AT ALL
It's because you're twelve, sweetling.
Wait, no, I don't get them either.
Alibelle, I sent you email.
My memory of the 80s was that a lot of the fashion was considered a deliberate joke even then. But my memory may be tainted.
I also really disliked the grunge of the nineties. I mean, it was called
grunge,
for heaven's sake. Eww.
It's because you're twelve, sweetling.
So?
Wait, no, I don't get them either.
Exactly.
Alibelle, I sent you email.
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My memory of the 80s was that a lot of the fashion was considered a deliberate joke even then. But my memory may be tainted.
That's because ita and Jilli broke you.
Well, if 80s fashion was an in-joke, I was on the outside.
I took some of that crap seriously (off the shoulder, dropped waists, and perhaps too much neon).
Yuck.
Grunge didn't make a dent where I was, so no biggie to me.
Big flourescent pink sweatshirt with RELAX!! on it, black stirrup pants, black suede ankle boots. Favorite outfit of 5th grade.
Even in the eighties, before I could talk, mind you, I knew what things were ugly. I always picked out my own clothes. Always. My mom said I was very frustrating that way, since one of the best parts of having a little girl is dressing her up, like a doll. And yet, I was more likely to try and pick out her clothes. And I always had good taste, which made it even more frustrating for her. And I would often have talks with her about shoulder pads, and why they were bad. She often agreed, but wore them anyway. She said if she cut them out, the jackets or whatever would fit oddly, and I said that it would probably be better, even if they did.
You know what's embarassing? The fact that my hair looked like this [link] for a lot of the late 70's. I know I spent wayyy too much time getting it to feather just right. And then when it grew out... the sausage curl stage..oy!
