A to Z Challenge
I am to fashion what Osama Bin Laden was to world peace. Even so, for this post I thought I would take a cruise through my life as a fashion victim.
I was in my early teens when mini-skirts first made an appearance. This was how my friends and I gauged the optimum length - put on garment and check that finger tips were level with the hem. Yes, they were that short. Not a flattering look for a short, Devonian stumpwort.
Then in the 70s it was the era of long floaty dresses, floppy hats, Afghan coats and platform shoes. And who can forget those bell-bottom trousers? Love and peace, man.
By the 80s I was at work and so my clothes became a little more staid with a nod towards power dressing. I tended to look like Joan Collins in Dynasty on a very, very bad day. My shoulder pads were so wide that I got stuck in doorways and had people's eyes out if I got too close.
For the 90s I remember harem pants and Madonna's conical bras. I wore the harem pants but not the conical bras. I had enough people's eyes out in the 80s.
Looking at old photographs, the noughties were the time when I embraced long skirts and dresses right down to the floor. At least they hid my Devonian stumpwort legs.
In the present era, of course, I am at the cutting edge of fashion and when I look back in years to come I will see only an elegant, well-dressed woman who other women always wanted to emulate. Or something like that....
My other blog in the A to Z Challenge is That's Purrfect.