Someone asked me the other day if I had always been stylish. After I stopped laughing, I starting thinking about the answer. I'm still not sure I'm stylish, at least not most days--I phone it in a lot of the time. However, I am definitely more stylish than I have been in the past. It's a learned behavior, at least for me. So I thought I'd share some of my less stylish moments.
Being only a few months old is no excuse for high waisted sweat pants and a corny message t-shirt.
A dirndl? really? I'm not even German.
Even in 1981, there was no reason for a wardrobe so heavily featuring rust.
Oh yes, gentle reader, THAT is a mullet.
And, later, a few really excellent perms.
Just thought you'd want to see that perm again. Plus, this was my favorite sweatshirt.
And then there were the New Kids On The Block years...
And my really excellent taste in formal wear...
All I can say about this haircut is that I was old enough to have known better.
I loved those plaid shorts.
Well...that was embarrassing!