Apparently the 90’s are back in full force.
It felt like a time warp when I dropped my son off at the high school today. First I saw a girl in a short, black, high-waisted skirt with a crop top and choker and I thought Huh, that’s strangely 90’s of her. Then I saw three girls walking by with those strappy sandals with chunky heels paired with jeans and thought Hey, that reminds me of the 90’s, too. Then a fifth girl walked by with a t-shirt dress and white high top Converse All-Stars.
I finally said out loud, “dude, it’s like the 90’s around here.”
J-Dog wasn’t impressed, “it’s like that everywhere now.”
“I’m not sure if I love it or hate it.”
“I hate it,” he said.
“Oh my gosh, that girl has a flannel around her waist!!!”
He just looked at me like I was an idiot and said, “Yeah.”
I couldn’t freaking believe it.
I distinctly remember being in high school and thinking about how you could easily define 50’s, 60’s, 70’s or 80’s fashions; but I could not, for the life of me, think how I would define the 90’s. They just seemed so…normal. And now they’re not just definable, but fashionably retro.
What is the world coming to, I ask you? We are all getting older, that’s what. And the world keeps lurching ahead without us. Music is different, clothes are so different they’re the same again, and it’s official: we’re old now.
I used to wonder why old people dressed the same way for decades upon decades.
They seemed to get stuck in whatever decade it was when they were in their mid-30’s. I wondered, why can’t they just get with the program and change it up every 10 years? But I get it now. Around 35 you get tired of the change and the cycling through fashions so you pick the current one and stay there forever.
I never thought I would get complacent about my fashion choices but I’m not sure I have the energy to keep up with it. Not that I was ever fashionable, I was too poor for that, but I at least had some lines I’d vowed never to cross. But now that I’m a plus size woman with limited clothing choices and limited funds, I’ve had to make some sacrifices. Like never wearing capris with tennis shoes. I know it makes me look matronly, but at Disneyland my feet hurt and jeans are too hot! I still try not to look frumpy all the time. It’s hard when your top priorities are whatever’s comfortable and whatever’s easiest, and all this change makes it even harder.
Part of me is excited to relive the 90’s fashion memories, but another part of me thinks it looks just so weird. The question is, am I going to embrace these changes with reckless abandon and break out all my old clothes that were all that and a bag of chips?
Haha! As if! I don’t have them anymore and if I did they wouldn’t fit anyway. Whatever. I hate to admit it, but I’ll most likely opt for grumbling about how foolish the kids these days look and continue to dress the way I did in 2015 for the next 60 years. Because as much as I loved the 90’s, and as comfortable and easy as those fashions were, complacency is way easier to pull off at this point.