Gag Me With A Spoon.
I went thrift shopping today. It totally stunk. What is it with the inflated thrift shop prices? It's "junk", right?
Anyway, I walked into one and was looking around when 4 teenage girls came in.
Why is that I always realize how old I am around 16 year olds? I swear, I was 16 like yesterday.
These girls had been invited to an 80's Theme Party... apparently they are all the rage.
One of the girls picked up a turquoise sweatshirt with a neon, southwestern wolf print on it.
They broke out into hysterical, cackling laughter.
The girl says to her friends, "So, I will cut off the sleeves, cut it short and wear a tank top under it. That's how they wore it back then, right?" Yeah, she wasn't kidding. She honestly seemed perplexed.
I snort laughed out loud.
"Back then"? "Who is they anyway? The people from 2 and a half decades ago with zero style?
I felt like saying, "Listen girly. Ton Sur Ton, Esprit, Jag and Guess were hot. Like so hot that even though my family couldn't afford them, I would wear fake ones (you know the guess jeans with the triangle upside down) or the "rejects" sold at the swap meet. That ugly sweatshirt is not a symbol of the 80's. Contempo would have never sold that crap."
The look they gave me when I laughed was priceless. Not quite "crazy old lady", more like, "Ew. She snorted and laughed. And, she's alone. Gross."
Kim, if you are reading this, you need to send me those pics you have of us from the 80s. I think in one of them I have on an over sized Esprit sweatshirt with a light blue leaf print and the cotton pencil skirt in a dark blue leaf print. With a blue beret of course. Eighties done right.
Can this post qualify for Kathy's assignment?
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