I love clothes...always have. My Mom used to drop my friends and I off at Del Amo Mall and we would spend hours checking out Wet Seal, Foxmoor, The Limited...and, of course, the best store of all...Contempo Casuals! I lived and died by what Contempo Casuals said was "in."
Each outfit I purchased was accessorized perfectly from socks to earrings to pins. For my first day of high school, I had begged my mom to buy me this one particular skirt...it was $65.00. I will always remember that because in 1980-something that was a lot of money...OK it is a lot of money now. And, I am still unsure of how I convinced my mom to buy it for me...perhaps I batted my eyelashes at Daddy and told him how much I wanted it?
This skirt was like a prized possession {will you call me a hoarder if I tell you I still have it!} - beautiful shades of olive greens, plums and gold in a floral pattern {sigh}. I, well, the salesgirl at Contempo, had selected a perfect white blouse and plum sweater vest tunic with gold and pearl pin and earrings to match. I was going to rock high school in that outfit. Everyone would know I was a fashion force to be reckoned with.
As the first day of school approaches, my friends and I convince my mom to drive us all to school - we don't want to face it alone after all...it is always better in groups, right? That morning, I get up, fix my hair, and on this rare day, know exactly what I am going to wear without question {I was known to leave the house with a pile of clothes 3 feet high on my bed}. We jump in the car, pick up the first two girls - and possibly, maybe running a little late - frantically stop at the last house, jump back in the car and start to leave when my friend says..."Um, Holly, your shirt is inside out."
WHAT!? How can that be. "No, it is not!" Oh crap...yes it is to! I freak. We are already late. I am already a dorky freshman. Now my shirt is inside out. My mom {how she survived my drama I will never know!} calmly stops, reverses the car and I run back into my friends house to change.
Did you ever have a wardrobe malfunction?
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