Flashback: old-school Torrid

I recently came across a coupon I had printed out from when Torrid first opened:

Remember when Torrid was actually alternative?

I love the little cartoon girls representing goth, raver, glam (?), punk, and rockabilly styles. Continue reading

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Flashback: Girlfriends L.A.

Back in middle school and high school, I loved catalogs. I spent hours pouring over Delia*s and Alloy, but sadly, none of their clothing came in my size.

Enter Girlfriends L.A., which made clothing up to a juniors 25/3XL. And even had plus-size models (and a more diverse group of models in general).

I bought a bunch of shirts, including the Tinkerbell shirt that you can see in this post, and wore the crap out of them.

Unfortunately, GFLA no longer exists. But I’m still thankful to them for making early ’00s funky fashion available to (at least some) fat girls.

Flipping through the catalogs today is an exercise in major fashion-stalgia. I’ve scanned a few pages so you can share that experience:

Getting this in the mail? Always exciting.

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Flashback: wide-leg jeans

As I mentioned not long ago, I have a special love for the wide-leg, skater-style jeans of the late ’90s.

On a recent trip to my parents’ house,  I dug up a few pictures of myself wearing my beloved pair. Please ignore the terrible bangs, and the stoned-looking expression I have in one of the pictures. Come to think of it, ignore the baggy tie-dye t-shirt as well. Just focus on the sheer beauty of those pants.

I had the posing thing down.

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Bring back wide-leg jeans!

Remember when JNCO jeans were a thing? And shiny Airwalks? Or am I dating myself?

Although my style has evolved over the years, I’ve never outgrown my love of super-wide-leg jeans. I had an amazing pair that I wore all the time in seventh grade, and if they still fit, I’d be wearing them right now.

I don’t have a picture of them at the moment–I’ll have to look through my old boxes of photos next time I’m at my parents’ house!–but they were from Weathervane and looked something like these:

My preeeeccciouuuussss…

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A pun, and an ode to pink tips

Why did the hipster burn his tongue on the pizza?

…Because he ate it before it was cool.

As much as I try to avoid hipsterdom (which is fairly easy thanks to my dislike of skinny jeans) , there’s one trend that I will claim to have done before it was cool: pink tips.

In high school, I went through about six months of dyeing my hair a different color every few weeks. Red, blue, purple, pink…even blond for a few days in between colors. It was so much fun, and I loved keeping everyone guessing what color hair I’d show up with next.
But after a while, it got to be too expensive, too much of a time-suck, and too damaging to my hair. So I decided to start dyeing just the tips. It was so easy–you bleach them once, dye them, and then touch up the color every two weeks or so. No roots! No re-bleaching, until you get a haircut and start again. Mostly, I stuck with hot pink, although I did other colors occasionally.

It became a part of my identity, my “natural” hair color.

I frequently wore it up in a half-ponytail-half-bun poof, which reminded my mom of a mimosa tree.

Freshman year of college, my volleyball teacher couldn’t remember my name, so she called me Pinkie. It didn’t stick, but it was the closest thing I’ve ever had to a nickname.

I added highlights, black streaks in front: the typical experimentation that happens when you put together a floor of 18-year old girls and a few boxes of hair dye. But I kept the pink. Continue reading