So, please think back to 1993 and have a good chuckle at the stores that I list here. Also have a chuckle at the clothes I bought. Oh the beginning of a grunge on a brace faced preteen, nothing is uglier. Remember, I was living in smal town Ohio at the time. I had left the wisconsin suburbs and wasn't due to return for another year. Not like kids in the Wisconsin suburbs were so much better dressed...anyway...
Dear Diary,
I went on a crazy shopping spree yesterday. I got a gorgeous bathrobe from Maurices, a lue and white zip down flannell from Sycamore, a $10.00 blue shirt from Jean Scene, boxers for pajamas, and much more! I tried on a beautiful rose colored velvet dress yesterday, so I put it on hold and when I took mom back to get it for me she HATED it. It really bummed me out because it was a tight dress and I thought it looked good, but SHE said it looked "slinky". Then she looked at the price tag and said she really hated it. But I'm sick of wearing the same dresses, mine are so conservative...why don't mother's understand? I mean, they were girls once wern't they? I wanted something TIGHT! When you are 14 you need to start dressing like someone different, someone sexy. I'm sick of being the same. That's why I've been piercing my ears so much and listening to different music and stuff. When you're 14 you are not a little kid anymore, you're almost an adult. And even though you don't want your parents AROUND you still want their APPROVAL you know? And I'm sick of riding the bus to school. When I live in Milwaukee it will be cool cause I'll only have to ride the bus for a year and a half until I get my license...then I'll drive EVERYWHERE. Night.
First of all...Thanks Mom. I don't remember that dress specifically, but I remember what those types of dresses were like. While I'm on the subject, thanks for not letting me get a perm either...good call.
Ha ha...I like "I'll get my license in a year"...try...8 years sweetie. Driving didn't prove to be my forte.
I did used to have a lot of earrings. I had them all the way up my ears. And besides the first two holes I did them all myself. I was a little bit of a bad ass. I also had a belly button ring for a while back when those were cool...now they are a little like anklets arn't they? You know what I mean.
2 comments:
Sycamore. Oh my God. For awhile that was the only place to buy clothes in my small town other than Wal Mart or a consignment shop. I remember getting pink floral MC Hammer Pants with a matching vest and thought I was something special. More like "special".
"I want to wear something TIGHT"
Spoken like a true hussie. I love it.
"special" made me LLOL, that's "Literally Laugh Out Loud". I'll trade you one picture of me in purple silk coolots with matching purple socks and white keds for one of you in the pink hammer pants with matching vest. PS: Let's never say "matching socks" or "matching vest" again...it's all making me nauseus.
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