I spent hours pouring through pictures from high school Mexico trips and various college activities. I smiled when I saw old friends … and cringed when I saw myself. Now that I am 32 years old and those days have long passed, I look back and see a simple, naïve, and unsure girl … with a really bad sense of style!
So, journey with me through my fashions of the 90s (I’ll skip high school as this is embarrassing enough!) and see the good, the bad, and those “what were you thinking?” moments.
My wardrobe staples of the decade:
Oversized t-shirts and sweatshirts
I bought this behemoth of a sweatshirt when I was a freshman at George Fox University. In those days I weighed 115 pounds. For some reason I thought it looked good with cuffed jean shorts and white Keds. I still have the shirt somewhere.
Here I am in jean shorts, white socks and Keds again. This time I am sporting an oversized t-shirt on my tiny frame. At least I think my hair looks pretty.
My collage of stripes. Also pictured: Keds and overalls. Are you detecting a pattern here?
More overalls! this photo is from the summer of 1997. These overalls were three years old and I still wore them. I don't know what my style statement was here, but I wish someone would have sat me down and told me how ridiculous I looked!
Not everything I wore from that decade was hideous. In fact there are a few moments where I looked pretty good.
Here I am in a church talent show. I still like the fun 60s style shift dresses (both were mine), and my haircut was cute too.
After seeing me in my Breakfast at Tiffany's ensemble, I was pursued by the man who eventually became my husband. Can you blame him? Who wouldn't fall in love with Audrey?
There you have it. A brief visual display of my fashion choices of the 1990s. I am nothing if not consistent. Why did I display such comical moments you might ask? Why not. I can laugh at myself, embrace my inner dork, and learn from such blunders. What are the good things I have learned from this experience? I really look good in sunglasses; black is always a good choice; and maybe I should start wearing red lipstick again.