Are you drinking this in?
I, for one, have no words.
I’ll bet that, in this recent season of thankfulness, you forgot to mention your gratitude that this outfit is not in style. I can’t even wrap my mind around it to be honest. Cast your eye over it again. Did you forget to notice the dressy gloves paired tastefully with a sweatsuit? I’ll bet you did. No one expects gloves. And honestly, I’m still stalled out back at the SWEATSUIT! With tastefully appliqued floral motifs upon the sweatshirt, no less.
Another thing you may have missed on first glance, taken aback as you so rightfully were by the sweatsuit, is that this poor girl is sporting a tam, perched precariously on the side of her perm. I think that’s why she has to hold her head that way – bobby pins are only so sturdy after all, and the whole thing may slide down onto her shoulder in a minute.
Take a quick gander at the foot gear. Yes – your eyes have not mislead you – dress shoes with socks.
Now that she’s decked out in this sumptuous ensemble, what does she do? She loiters coyly by a lacy tea table, holding a lily. Possibly to indicate the variety of lifelike instances in which this outfit would be appropriate.
Where did I get this photo you ask? No – it’s not my senior picture . . . thank heavens. My senior picture is dated, yes, and truth be told I was wearing some serious shoulder pads of power in a black tuxedo jacket with black satin pants. But why bring up the log in my own past when I can so much more easily poke fun at this unfortunate speck? At least I wasn’t wearing dress shoes with socks.
But I don’t blame this poor girl . . . this is actually the cover of a sewing pattern. Yes, she was paid to put this on, so we can give her the benefit of the doubt. But someone out there, at some point in the 1980s, thought this fashion decision was a good idea. Enough of a good idea to manufacture sewing patterns, and no doubt sell them!
Fess up now . . . did any of you ever wear this in 1987? Have you ever paired gloves with a sweatshirt, tam, socks, and a perm? Did you wear it to a tea party? Or were you one of those people that wore incredibly high waisted acid washed pleated jeans with zippers in the ankles? How about hammer pants? Any of you have that dark deed lurking in your past? What about jumpsuits? I’m totally guilty on the jumpsuit I’m afraid. I had a yellow and white striped one that Mom sewed me and I loved excessively. I also borrowed her chambray one and wore it with the collar up and a silver stretchy belt. Yep. I did that. And I pegged the legs too. In further bad news, I’m fairly sure that I still have a soft spot in my heart for jumpsuits . . .