I saw a hip young girl walking downtown the other day, who was totally 80s-out.
Her outfit was remarkable, and must've taken her time and money to put it together. it reminded me that she probably didn't really grow up to remember when those items were actually COOL.
When i was young, i got hand-me-downs from this wealthier, 'more popular' family in school. I absolutely loved the clothes, since to me, they were really stylish and almost new. My mom never really bought us any of the name brand stuff - so getting anything that said Guess or Ocean Pacific was really cool - even if it was from some snobby sisters who used to pick on me.
But i remeber loving these 3 ruffled western shirts, and a pair of Calvin Klein pin stripped jeans in 2nd grade. I was in heaven! I remember opening the full trash bag my mom gave me and couldn't WAIT to wear them to school, to show off how stylish i was!
And of course, i was ridiculed by both sisters who commented to EVERYONE when they saw me that I was wearing THEIR hand-me-downs. I remember trying to avoid them in school. i remember it was a good day when we didn't have recess or lunch at the same time. And i purposefully DID NOT play at the tennis courts in the mornings while trying to avoid those sisters.
But i perservered. I didn't die of shame like i thought would happen. I didn't love the clothes any less because they had come from some rich girl's closet.
Do I have any retalliation for what those sisters did to me?
I have the memory of those shirts.
I also remember wearing one of those shirts to a Girl Scout meeting. We were putting together a time capsule and ALL the girls scouts got together to take a picture for it - which meant those snotty sisters were there too. But i just kept thinking, as we took the photo - that no one would remember whose shirt it was originally, and when they opened the time capsule in 2035 - everyone would think i was wearing just MY shirt.