Friday, 18 April 2008

I got my fashion sense from John Hughes

I was talking to a friend of mine at the post office while Rosey hopped and skipped around, frequently running back to have her jeans cuffed up again. Each time I'd stop, sink to a knee, and cuff, all the while gabbing away.

My friend (who reads this blog, and saw the pictures yesterday) eyed me strangely.
'Still wishing you had the big hair, Jess?'
I blink-blinked at her. 'Wha?'
She shook her head. 'It's not fair to make your children suffer because you wish the eighties had never stopped, you know.'

What in hell was she on about? I looked at Rosey, playing in her jacket, her little outfit of striped tshirt and pink jeans, her crocs and ponytails. Nothing about her screamed I Am A Child Of The Eighties. No instant mullet, no plastic bracelets. Maybe her jeans were a bit too vividly pink, but the child likes brighter colors, and.....

Her jeans. The ones I'd just cuffed. TIGHT TO HER LEGS.


8 comments:

Christy said...

Oh, Lord.

My biases showed when I was helping my daughter get ready for prom.

I wanted her to look like Cyndi Lauper.

She wanted to look good.

Amy said...

Oh the years of pegged pants.

At least they aren't acid wash jeans with zippers at the ankle.

kittenpie said...

Ha! That is funny. But hey, if the shoes were jellies and the ponytail were on the side, it'd be so much better, right?

Suzanne said...

That's too funny!

At least the crocs don't give horrible blisters like the jellies did.

Loth said...

That's wrong? Since when?

womaninawindow said...

A little scary how our minds can linger decades behind our mouths, eh? Unfortunately, my mouth often lags behind my brain, too...

Molly said...

So, what WAS she on about?? In my defense you should know that in the eighties I was knee-deep in small children and operating like a zombie most of the time...Did something exciting happen back then? Did I miss something??

DD said...

At least she doesn't have "Princess" blazoned across her butt (does she?).