22 thoughts on “Reader Friday: Style

  1. Got it in one with the picture, Jim! A leisure suit! Oh, The Humanity! It’s one of two things that John Travolta and I have in common.

    Thanks, Jim. Have a great weekend!

    • When I think of mullets I think of Richard Dean Anderson. And being reminded of MacGyver is always a happy thought so mullets are great in my book! 😎

  2. I don’t remember if it was the late 70’s or early 80’s, but neon clothes were popular for a while. I really loved those–even had a yellow neon tie I wore with a white dress shirt. 😎

    Thankfully for me, I was just young enough to have missed the “plaid pantsuit” phase society went through.

    And of course there was the “big hair” craze of the 80’s.

  3. One of my kids dug out a picture of him as a baby perched on Daddy’s shoulders with me standing beside him. My eyes haven’t recovered. Bell bottoms, midriff top (yes, navel exposed). Not sure of the shoes; the pants hit the ground. That was me. He was wearing patterned “jeans” and a blue workshirt. Back then he had hair, which hung below chin-length, where his sideburns met his beard. 1972.
    Although at the time, all these “worst choices” were right up there in fashion. They didn’t become “worst” until the next fads hit.

  4. Oh, dear. Remember bouffant hair and crinolines? I recently ran across some hysterical old photos of me when scanning boxes of photos for digital posterity. My fifteen year old granddaughter will laugh when she sees them, but they were high style in the 50s.

  5. I might’ve sported a baggy, teal B.U.M. Equipment t-shirt over a pair of Jams shorts at a Scorpions concert in the late 80s. Numerous shoulder checks informed me my decision was not appreciated.

  6. I was never high-fashion. I grew up on the Canadian prairies, where we were always a bit behind, fashionwise. Of course, this time it wasn’t that I was necessarily out of fashion, just that my choice of clothing may have been ill-advised.

    I would have been… 15? 16? A hot summer weekend, the day before school started. My sister, a friend, and I decided to have a bit of an adventure. We weren’t the most athletic people, but we decided to ride our bikes 15 miles to the nearest lake. Once there, we would go on a trail ride – there was a horse-riding outfit at the lake at that time.

    15 miles uphill was difficult for us, but we were young. We made it. And horseback riding was fun. Then a nice 15-mile coast downhill back to town.

    Oh. What does this have to do with fashion? Well, these were the days when short shorts were in style, at least where we were. This meant parts of our anatomy often connected to the saddles of bike and horse.

    Thankfully, the first day of classes was always a short one. Sitting was a bit unpleasant that day…

  7. Oh my! A trip down the DebZone!

    In high school, I had a pair of bell bottom pants that were very patriotic. The Stars and Stripes down the full length of each leg.

    And . . . I liked them. And . . . I wore them. How’s that for a visual?

    You’re welcome. πŸ™‚

  8. I permed my hair once; around the time of Saturday Night Fever.

    BTW, I know the photographer who took that Travolta photo and even met John during that time. Then he became a client. But that’s another story . . .

  9. I have a 14 year-old daughter. According to her, EVERY fashion choice I make is a crime against humanity.

  10. The fashion choice was great, the reality of it was horrible. In my younger and much thinner days, my science fiction and fantasy friends said I’d make a great Tolkein-style elf so I decided I’d create an elf costume for Stellarcon, the local science fiction convention. It was gorgeous. A blousy white shirt covered with a faux-suede vest, light brown pants, and truly stunning natural suede boots that came to my knees.

    However, I didn’t take my job into account. I ran registration and a few other things, and I was on my feet over twelve hours on the first day. I barely got those boots off that night because my feet were so swollen. This elf limped around in tennis shoes for the rest of the convention.

  11. Terry and I could’ve run around as sisters. lol Worst fashion decision–letting a hairdresser talk me into a curly perm for my already curly hair. Annie had nothing on me.

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