Moms can rock, or why trends don’t actually matter.

a couple weeks ago I logged into my facebook account and was met with a barrage of very old and very embarrassing family photos that my mom and my aunts started posting, possibly while drunk. (There were some of me too, but I don’t think I’m ready to share my terrible Sears ad from 1984 just yet.) While the family matriarchs were making fun of 70s flip hair cuts and 80s sweater patterns, I found myself both remembering and defending most of the outfits. I have a very clear recollection of the night from photo above, my mother and her teased, permed, perfumed, and very glamorous friends getting ready for a night out. The kid in the turquoise dress is me – I somehow wrangled myself permission to wear a heavily sequined and shoulder-padded bridesmaid dress for the night. Maybe youth rose-coloured my glasses, but I thought we looked pretty amazing. I still do.

I remember a conversation I had with a friend way back when I was in my late teens and my Spice Girl Shoes Japanese Fashion Magazine phase. He said I was going to be one of those people who looked back at photos from my teen years and laugh. He didn’t mean it as an insult, and I didn’t take it that way because I knew that though that is true for some folks, it wasn’t for me. I knew that I always had an appreciation for fashion outside of trend. Does it look weird because it is weird, or because you’re just not used to it anymore? And really, what’s so wrong with weird?