It was 1979, and I was a challenge to my friends, because I had attended a largely-Jewish high school where the whole concept of "prep" was utterly foreign, so they had to change my look for rush. Out with the shiny qiana disco blouses and in with the Villager. Out with the Gloria Vanderbilt jeans, and in with the madras shorts. Ditch the skinny gold chain necklaces, replace them with twee Pappagallo hunting horn earrings and a watch with a grosgrain ribbon that matched my outfit. Tone down the make-up.
Candies were the only thing from my city-girl past I was allowed to keep and only for pref (which was stupid, because they hurt and probably made me 6'1", which meant I had to stoop to hear anyone). Otherwise, espadrilles or sandals.
I wore both Aigner sandals AND and Aigner belt one round (I hadn't quite got the preppy thing down, and may have overdone it). Oh, and an Aigner purse.
Farrah Fawcett hair was mandatory - but my hair doesn't hold a curl, so it only looked good for the first party or two, then it was just long and straight with a slight bend at the end for the rest of the night. I had grosgrain ribbons in my bag matching whatever outfit I was wearing, and would use them as hairbands once the Farrah Fawcett hair flopped.
But for pref, I wore what I wanted - my beloved Candies, with the simple green stretch-cotton spaghetti-strap sundress my mom, who hadn't gone to college and didn't want me to rush, had bought for me once she relented. It wasn't a brand name (A Brod), but when you're 5'11" and weigh 115, you can wear pretty much anything. And hair in a French twist.
So I essentially did the whole rush (except preference) in costume. Which of course we advise girls never to do.
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