I suffer from the disability of being fashion-challenged. But when you consider my childhood, can you blame me? I present this photo as exhibit A:
I was about 10 in this picture, so my mom was still picking out my clothes. I will confess that I added the bow. I think it really helps this outfit, don't you?
Lest you think this fashion choice was a one-time event, I present exhibit B:
This is Easter of the same year. I know that back in the day, "Mommy and Me" dresses were the thing, but these dresses aren't alike. They don't even really match. But both of these dresses were bought together, to be worn together. Until I outgrew my dress, whenever my mom wore her dress, I wore mine. At the time, I don't think I realized that the dresses didn't match. You have to admit, though, those side-swept feathered bangs are lovely. This was a year before my mom decided that I was old enough to start having my bangs permed so that I could have a "top" to my hair. You know, to detract from my round face. Because nothing slims a face so much as a frizzy rat's nest atop one's head. My mom still perms her bangs (and the rest of her hair) for that reason. She continually tries to get me to have "a top cut to curl and fluff up a bit," but I resist. Aren't you glad?
A side note: ten years later, I wore my mom's dress for a college costume party. I went as "Edna the Librarian." Put my hair in a bun, add a sweater and glasses - instant dork. The sad thing is that the dress was still hanging in my mom's closet with her church clothes. And 8 years later, it still is. Thankfully, she hasn't worn the dress for a while. But she keeps threatening to go back to Weight Watchers, so you never know...
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