This is going to be one of those “dating me” kinds of posts. But what the hell, I’m datable. (Don’t tell my hubby I said that, okay? It was like a pun, ya know? Although I admit it was pretty much crap. Not much coffee action yet this morning.)
In the late 1970s and early 1980s, wearing jeans became a near cultish thing. And I’m talking about wearing cool jeans – no more Sears Huskys for folks who didn’t want to risk a swirly in the boys’ restroom. And no, that’s not really a voice of experience on the subject. Really. I was actually too thin once in my life. Back when I was also tall. (Neither of these adjectives have been used to describe me since fourth grade, btw.) Instead of sporting the cute Geranimals look, I was the bean-pole in whatever pair of pants my poor mom could find with the word “slim” attached to the label. I definitely didn’t rock the fashion world much back then. And while I may have seriously changed my physique in the ensuing decades, the fashion world is still safe from me.