Now after witnessing the return of the 80’s and 90’s, I begin to understand. The clothes I drooled and put myself into debt over, now make me cringe. Well, some of them do. Other pieces fill me with nostalgia and warm memories. It’s made me think about why what we loved to wear as kids can make us roll our eyes now.
Now I can watch re-runs of Friends and be reminded of those bland polyester velvet trimmed tops, the mom jeans, the crop tops, cat suits, and raw seams that were all the rage in the 90s and shake my head. What was I thinking? Didn’t I see how ugly so many of those pieces were? But no, at the time, I was blind. I loved those clothes with the lust and blind passion of the young. There is no way that anyone, could have talked me out of it because that’s the beauty and hubris of youth. You know what you know and you are absolutely certain you are right. It’s a beautiful thing in a way, if only it didn’t lead to so much stupidity. Ask almost anyone and they’ll tell you they never want to go through their twenties again.