-------------------Scarf Pants Andrea
I couldn't have been more excited when scarf belts with jeans became popular. If you don't recall this particular fashion style, it's probably because you didn't shop at Khol's Department stores.
Scarves provided me with a real means to hide my stomach, and my rather ...large ass at the time. As evidenced by the photo above. I wore scarves as belts, that was my shtick. Scarves and jeans, and/or scarves and pants. I thought I was pulling over some massive rouse on the student body.
My thinking must have gone something like this:
Without Scarf: NO, NO, NOT AT ALL!
With Scarf: KAPOW! That'll get 'em.
I had so many different scarves, white ones, suede ones, ones with beads, one's without beads, fancy ones, casual ones. The scarves would get caught in the Velcro portion of my messenger bag, thus fraying and destroying the overall integrity of the scarf. I would be left with mere tatters of scarves passed by the end of high school.
-------- Dress Pants Andrea
I bought my favorite pair of dress pants with my grandmother at a Macy's in some bodunk part of Illinois, okay SHE bought them for me. They were navy, with thin white pinstripes. I wore them at least once-a-week.
These pants were like my security blanket, I felt shielded from the world in my thick fabriced navy blue dress pants of power.
It was always blue pants with blue shirt. Then I would pair that with some platforms I bought at Pay less, probably for around 12.99. They were made to look like "cork", they were faux-cork. Like actual cork is really that expensive? Is there a premium on cork that I am unaware of?
These pants covered up any kind of stain. I don't know where the stains went but you could never actually see all the juice I spilled on myself, the water, the pens, the highlighters, on the rare occasion I ate anything for lunch (usually a ho-ho cake) it would cover up the chocolate shavings that would end up all over my hands and invariably on my pants.
They were my magic, mystical, mystery pants of wonder, and I loved them. I wore them until the hole in the crotch became too large to go unnoticed.
------------------ Going Out Andrea
On the rare occasion that one of my friends could convince me to leave the confines of my room, or my cereal box, I was usually found in a pair of jeans. Despite my disdain for them, I did recognize that most of the people my age wore them.
I had this pink shirt, it was more of a fuchsia to be precise. It had a keyhole in the front, and this elastic pink leathery tie. I would sport this with the most padded bra I could possibly find. Luckily that was every bra I owned.
I was living in a fantasy world, the one in which I wore a C-cup. I lived that lie until junior year going into senior year when Aunt made fun of me while swimming in Silver Lake (not the one in California, the one up by Wisconsin, there are no similarities) one day.
This pink little number is the shirt I wore when one guy, the only guy in high school that actually showed any kind of interest in me, told my friend that he thought I was cute. (Disclaimer, I don't actually know what he thought, this is second-hand knowledge).
My friend Michelle told me that this guy wanted to talk to me on the phone. This, ladies and gentlemen would have been the first time I had ever spoken to a guy on the phone since entering high school. I believe I was a Sophomore.
Instead of answering the phone I decided this was the better option:
I backed away from the telephone with my hands outstretched, face very red, and shaking my head "No, No, No, I can't."
Then I hit the wall where my bulletin board fell down.
Michelle was trying to put the phone up to my ear while I cowered closer and closer to the floor stepping on and subsequently breaking my bulletin board.
The only good thing that came from that experience is that I did happen to wear that pink shirt A LOT more.
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