See, off the shoulder does not bother me at all. Shoulders are a pretty flattering body part to show off, for most people. Though I'm sure there are exceptions. It was the bagginess outside of that that made me dislike a lot of things.

And man, stirrup pants were horrible. Every now and then I'd be forced to wear them, and it was impossible to focus on anything but the binding sensation around my heel. I hated them, AND thought they looked dumb.

That said, Aimee sounds like a totally adorable fifth grader.

Ah, shoulderpads. Given my distinct lack of shoulders until recently, I can't rag on them. Moderation was key, always.

I think the worst thing I deliberately perpetrated would involve raglan sleeves in addition to the dropped waist, and a 4-colour beret. And ankle boots. Always the ankle boots. Only ever had the one pair of stirrup pants, though.

Just not cool.

Really, it's good that I had school uniforms straight through until age 17.

Pegged and rolled jeans. Layered button up shirts, one worn like a jacket.

When I was in elementary school, pedal pushers, sort of. There was a different name for them. They buttoned at the knee. Often with a high collared ruffly blouse

Ribbed tank tops in primary colors worn with a shortsleeved or sleeveless cotton camp shirts in a different primary color.

Deck shoes in dark mallard green suede with the lace portion dark brown leather. OK, maybe that was just me.

Granny boots with faux socks sticking over the top.

This, from a fashion unconscious one.

I also really disliked the grunge of the nineties. I mean, it was called grunge, for heaven's sake. Eww.

Some of us living in the grunge capital didn't like it, either.

ION, I get to see Plei & Princess TickyBox after work! Yay!

I was apparently a lot meaner as a child, and I liked pointing out what was ugly around me. When I'd be waiting in the car with my mom, I liked to stand on the front seat, and lean back against it, with my elbows on either side of the head rest, and there would still be some room before my head would hit the ceiling, so I must have been pretty young, and I would just critique everybody who walked by. Clothes, hair, makeup, walk. Just very judgmental. My mom said it was hysterical, if a little scary, since I was usually right.

ETA: I usually keep those thoughts to myself, now.

Yay, Jilli! You're so lucky!

Granny boots with faux socks sticking over the top

However, granny boots with black ruffled socks sticking over the top(worn over a contrasting color of tights, or better yet, stripey tights) are perfectly okay. At least in my world.

Everything is better with stripey tights.

We had to wear dresses when I was in elementary school so when we could wear pants to middle school it rocked! I distinctly remember wearing brown cords with a tapestry belt, brown plaid shirt and earth shoes and being so, so in fashion.

the dialect coaches from the Wire... Sarameg, that is just the coolest. There are some impressive accents on there given the number of Brits in the cast. The Wire likes carrots,btw.

I'm so sorry grunge made your home its capital, Jilli.