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Fashion faux pas...
For the most part I escaped fashion faux pas as I am the youngest in my family and had older sisters to stylize me. My mother tried to make me a fashion victim when she was sporting parachute pants, the wooden Dr. Scholls sandals, and a frightening belted sweater with some random co-op t-shirt. It was San Francisco in the early 80's what do you expect? The only time I was victimized was when I received hand me downs...and some of them were years old so I had some scary stuff from the 70's. Everything was brown, burnt orange, avocado, and maize. Luckily my grandmother knew how to dress me and I wore penny loafers and Izod. My poor sister has this Holly Hobbie/Little House on the Prairie dress with some pinafore and a BOWL HAIRCUT. All her school pictures look as if she dressed from the wardrobes of The Brady Bunch and Mary Tyler Moore.
My only college faux pas was when I moved to Alaska. I came from wearing dresses, skirts, blouses, and at the *most* casual khakis with sweater sets and penny loafers. I always had on a real set of pearls and matching earrings. I went from San Francisco to Fairbanks, in January. My suitemate was from New England and was dressed similarly. We walked into the Cafeteria and everyone stopped and stared. We thought perhaps it was since we were new...it wasn't. Every place we went we were asked why were were dressed up. First chance we got we purchased jeans and some tshirts. I still REFUSE to wear flip flops or sandals in Alaska in ANY month that has an R in it. Don't get me started on white shoes and hand bags...ugh.
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