Chronological Bad Taste
Age 5: Lime Green Jump Suit with Teddy Bear Head sewn on back. Yellow Piping around legs, cuffs and front zipper.

Age 6: Laura Ingalls inspired prairie dresses. Hair worn in a side ponytail.

Age 7: I was mad about Strawberry Shortcake and had many shirts that said so.

Age 8: Adjustable Roller Skates that fit over my shoes. Huffy bike with flourescent pink tassles on the ends.

Age 9: Silky shirts with large poofy shoulders and a big big big (BIG) bow that would tie around the neck and dangle to the waist. Loved those damn shirts.

Age 10: The start of my punk revolution. Cut my own hair so it was short on one side and longer on the other, always covering my eyes.

Age 11: Patent leather high heel shoes with socks that had a foldable cuff with lace on it.

Age 12: The brighter the better. Flourescent colors. Always. Wore those silly rubber bracelets, about fifty at a time.

Age 13: Went to see my first concert. Sha Na Na. Was excited about it.

Age 14: Went into a kind of a rodeo phase - white pants, embroidered button up shirts, pointy boots.

Age 15: see previous entry on page 2 about my escapades about me and my boyfriend and his monster truck.

Age 16: gave up the aqua net but wore pink for six months straight because I thought I looked like Molly Ringwald.

Age 17: Wore a lot of bright teal. Overtweezed my eyebrows into a skinny straight line so I always looked puzzled.

Age 18: Discovered perfume. Wore lots of perfume like: Tea Rose, Charlie, Liz Claiborne and thought my boyfriend was the best because he wore Old Spice.

Age 19: Wore leggings, boots and a long sweater at all times. Nevermind that I lived in Southern California. Also had a ruffled white shirt, like a pirate.

Age 20: Wore a hat for a year straight that was black crushed velvet and had a big fake rose on it. It was hideous. Also wore long fake pearls because I was soooooo posh.

Age 21: Discovering alcohol and its wonderous effects profoundly changed my wardrobe. Began wearing really really short skirts and tight lycra tops with platform shoes.

Age 22: Entered the professional workforce. Had an army of professional jackets with huge shoulder pads and very very very large buttons.

Age 23: Discovered the wonder of wide legged pants. Began sewing inserts into bell bottomed jeans so they would be more bell bottomed, to the point of looking like a skirt and guaranteed to trip me whenever I took a step, especially if I was drinking, which I usually was.

Age 24: Someone told me I looked good in Red. Started wearing bright red every chance I got. Room still decorated with stuffed animals. Car had fuzzy dice and zebra striped seats. Died my hair fushia. (and I have natural radiant red hair, so that's just sad). Obviously not in the professional workforce at this point.

Age 25: Omigod! I love flowers! Flowered shirts, flowered dresses, flowered shoes. Terrible, just terrible.

Age 26: Proudly wore a pair of shiny satin pink pants every chance I got. With a measurable figure of 36 - 26 - 38, this was not a very good idea.

Age 27: PLEATHER!!! Yes! Bring on the fake leather!!!! Ripped out the ass end of my pleather pants in a dance contest at a local club.

Age 28: The sloppy era. Sweatpants, sweatshirts, long baggy skirts. Not a bit of skin to be seen anywhere other than face and hands. Men not tantalized by my ankles.

Age 29: Got rid of all aforementioned clothing. Began to dress in a casual classic style. Black. Simple. Always.

This brings us to the present time. No bad taste I can think of other than a current deep love of 70's music, the cheesier the better.
(Igneous, Tue 14 Dec 2004, 22:16, Reply)