The Rules
So, I was perusing my favorite blogs, as I am prone to do on Mondays when my data entry is done, and I came across something distressing. My friend Abigail wrote today that she is going to wear her Sufjan t-shirt to the concert we are both attending tonight. Upon reading this, I was ecstatic! Because, OF COURSE, I am wearing my Sufjan t-shirt to the concert too! We could be awesome t-shirt twins! My joy was complete, until - I read her readers' comments and realized that it was a joke. Apparently, it is against the rules to wear a concert t-shirt to the concert of the said t-shirt's promotee.
Oh well!
In honor of my too-late discovery of yet another fashion rule, I would like to chronicle other fashion faux-pas (plural) that I have made over the years:
1990 - It was around this time that I started wearing an eye patch when I was at home, to correct my lazy eye. Sometimes I wore one similar to the one shown in the above link, although there were two differences: 1) I wasn't drunk, 2) I had my mom glue sequins onto it. I also would wear a band-aid-like eye patch when I wasn't wearing my awesome disco one. This one could be jazzed up by stickers, or I would ask my mom to draw an eye on it. That way, I could go down to the DQ, or whatever, and people wouldn't even know that I was wearing an eye patch.
1992 - This was the era of the Little House on the Prarie dresses. There was one in particular, which was light blue, with a pink flower pattern and plenty of lace trim, that truly made me feel like I was an incarnation of Laura Ingalls. (Given the 1990 situation, I think I was a little bit more like Mary... anyway.) My favorite thing to do while wearing this dress was to climb up my bedroom's doorway with my bare feet and then jump down, which was very adventurous, and of course that prarie-dog-skinnin', molasses-stealin' Laura would have done the same, had she been living in suburbia with its splinter-free doorways.
1995 - I still had poof bangs. Thanks to my 6th grade school picture, this is a documented fact.
1997 - I plucked my eyebrows a bit much - which I didn't realize until my mom gave me a look that was a combination of supressed laughter and genuine concern. That night, I cried and prayed that God would please, please help my eyebrows to grow back before my wedding. True, I had never even been on a date, but it still seemed like a necessary plea.
1998 - With much determination, I saved my milk money so I could afford my first pair of Doc Martens , which were the quintessential shoe for going into high school, if you lived in Redmond, Washington. My family then promptly moved to Orange County, where I proudly sported my Docs and khakis in a sea of skater shoes and denim, and consistenly asked for a "pop" instead of a soda. I think it took me a good year for the prevailing mob to wear me down.
2001-2004 - I found these purple flared Volcom jeans at Ross. I'm sure they were a faux pas extraordinaire. But I absolutely adored them, and wore them at least once a week, until I gained some weight, thanks to my wonderful desk job.
2006 - Here I sit at that same wonderful desk job, wearing my Sufjan shirt, counting down 3 hours, 2 minutes 'til showtime. There's no turning back. At least I'm here to make the rest of y'all look good... :)
Oh well!
In honor of my too-late discovery of yet another fashion rule, I would like to chronicle other fashion faux-pas (plural) that I have made over the years:
1990 - It was around this time that I started wearing an eye patch when I was at home, to correct my lazy eye. Sometimes I wore one similar to the one shown in the above link, although there were two differences: 1) I wasn't drunk, 2) I had my mom glue sequins onto it. I also would wear a band-aid-like eye patch when I wasn't wearing my awesome disco one. This one could be jazzed up by stickers, or I would ask my mom to draw an eye on it. That way, I could go down to the DQ, or whatever, and people wouldn't even know that I was wearing an eye patch.
1992 - This was the era of the Little House on the Prarie dresses. There was one in particular, which was light blue, with a pink flower pattern and plenty of lace trim, that truly made me feel like I was an incarnation of Laura Ingalls. (Given the 1990 situation, I think I was a little bit more like Mary... anyway.) My favorite thing to do while wearing this dress was to climb up my bedroom's doorway with my bare feet and then jump down, which was very adventurous, and of course that prarie-dog-skinnin', molasses-stealin' Laura would have done the same, had she been living in suburbia with its splinter-free doorways.
1995 - I still had poof bangs. Thanks to my 6th grade school picture, this is a documented fact.
1997 - I plucked my eyebrows a bit much - which I didn't realize until my mom gave me a look that was a combination of supressed laughter and genuine concern. That night, I cried and prayed that God would please, please help my eyebrows to grow back before my wedding. True, I had never even been on a date, but it still seemed like a necessary plea.
1998 - With much determination, I saved my milk money so I could afford my first pair of Doc Martens , which were the quintessential shoe for going into high school, if you lived in Redmond, Washington. My family then promptly moved to Orange County, where I proudly sported my Docs and khakis in a sea of skater shoes and denim, and consistenly asked for a "pop" instead of a soda. I think it took me a good year for the prevailing mob to wear me down.
2001-2004 - I found these purple flared Volcom jeans at Ross. I'm sure they were a faux pas extraordinaire. But I absolutely adored them, and wore them at least once a week, until I gained some weight, thanks to my wonderful desk job.
2006 - Here I sit at that same wonderful desk job, wearing my Sufjan shirt, counting down 3 hours, 2 minutes 'til showtime. There's no turning back. At least I'm here to make the rest of y'all look good... :)
posted by Amanda Lane at 2:45 PM
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