My friend Helen sent me this link from eBay today. It's a guy trying to rid himself of a pair of leather pants which have gone unworn for "a couple of presidencies". The description of the pants in question is hilarious.
Does anyone have something in their closet that has just sat there for the better part of a decade because someone at one time convinced them it was "totally them" or have a "what was I thinking?" item?
For me, there is nothing in my closet that causes me to wince...now. HOWEVER, back in 1987, my freshman year of high school, my family had a sort of "fashion intervention" with me. At the time, I was working my "tomboy shabby chic" to its fullest and was wearing (this is causing me to shake as I type) bright yellow cutoff sweatpants with 2 white stripes down the side. I would wear these to school (sadly, a lot) with a baggy sweatshirt and as if that wasn't bad enough, completed the look with (drumroll please)....topsiders. One afternooon, I came home from school, walked into the family room, my mom yelled, "GET HER!" and my sister and brother grabbed me by the arms as my other sister cut the sweatshorts off me, rendering them garbage. In retrospect, I am glad they did it, but at 14? yeah, I was pretty bullshit. I loved those things.