And here I was expecting you to say teal gouchos.

Pay attention.

They weren't gauchos when I was 10. They were knickers/knee pants. And I didn't have any. SO now I wear gauchos. I am wearing the stuff that I couldn't wear in the 80's cause we didn';t have the money.

Tomorrow, I am pegging my jeans and wearing 6 pairs of socks. And an off-the-shoulder sweatshirt and no bra.

I had teal jeans!

I can't recall much about my wardrobe, which probably wasn't very pretty , but I do know I wore scabs. That was the year I had my serious bike crash and tore the hell out of my knees and palms. I still have the scars on my knees.

They were knickers/knee pants. And I didn't have any.

Oh, god, I did. Why did you have to remind me? With argyle socks.

And a white blouse with a Peter Pan collar and puffed sleeves and a sweater vest???

God, I wanted that outfit so bad.

I remember that her youngest child will be graduating high school and giving her her life back at about the same time my oldest (and at this point likely only) child will be entering the second grade, and then I go straight into ::never stops crying:: mode.

I've got a dear friend here who's eldest daughter just turned 21. She expecting her second child in March. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the news. I think she did both.

I graduated in '89--just squeaked in under the 80s wire.

I was wearing knickers in like '80 or '81, I think. I don't think I would have been caught dead in them by '85.

And not just any boy. Tom would have to be voted 1985 - BEST SMILE.

I was thinking the same thing. But if he keeps being our only boy, he's going to win every superlative in the year book.

I'm an 87er. Born two years too late for the party.

I can't recall much about my wardrobe, which probably wasn't very pretty , but I do know I wore scabs.

There was a winter where I had three sledding accidents that all involved my face, leaving me nicely scabbed. My mother was afraid people would think that she was abusing me.

Not to mention the constant summer scabs from running amok in the woods.

SWEATER VESTS! Gods. practices thread title

I was wearing knickers in like '80 or '81, I think. I don't think I would have been caught dead in them by '85.

Awaits Fay's comment.

JZ's comment reminds me that yesterday I was on the bus, and a Looniversity student was saying to another, "I mean, I want to go to law school, and also, if you don't get married by age 28, that's it - your expiration date has come!"

And I thought of newlywed Robin, and Laura, and JZ, and assorted other older-than-28-year-olds I know, and refrained from smacking the girl upside the head, because these gracious mature ladies would never do such a thing.

Hee, Suzi. I thought of that, and then decided to leave it.