
Surprisingly that was not even my worst clothes decision. I once wore culottes. With a tucked in shirt. Oh gosh. Remind me to have a chat with my mother about what the hell she was thinking. I had a number of shirts with Australis across the front. And my wardrobe was almost entirely made up of over sized t-shirts until I was 13 years old.
In my teens I switched to more of a sporty and cargos look. Adidas, Nike and others were my friends. I did however own a couple of pairs of linen shorts. Oh gosh. Later the brand name surf clothes became a staple. And I finally thought this was my opportunity to shine, fashion wise. Unfortunately Anne, who did our ironing, used to get some kind of sick pleasure ironing the prints on these shirts smudging them all over the place. It was never proven but I have always said it was a deliberate statement against what our mother would pay for a t-shirt.
Later I would settle into my style a little more, but not without a number of years of trying and searching and trying. But I guess that’s just the way it goes. The same thing happened with my hair. Changes and changes and changes. Though with my hair, I never did settle on one thing.
What’s your worst clothing choice? And who’s wardrobe would you adore as your own? By the way, this pic was pinched from fat girls like nice clothes too. Oh, and can you tell the clothing gods to ship me out Amber’s beauties plus the casual equivilent. Put in a good word for me, would you!
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