Ooh! I never shop at The Maxx, so I'll have to give that a whirl. (What am I saying? I never shop, full stop.)
I'm a Limited / Express kind of gal. They typically have whatever I am liking at the moment.
I have gotten rid of almost everything 80s that isn't still wearable. I wasn't really into trends much. I had a dolman-sleeve black sweater that I wore frequently in high school and a few assymetrical split-collar sweaters. A colour-block shirt, white with black sleeves, collar and buttons with hot pink patch pockets over each boob. Lots of rubber bracelets, though those are long gone. Only ever wore black ones, and always wore them with rhinestone bracelets (which I've replaced with newer versions since then). No high-waisted pants left. No oversized belts left. No suspenders left (just threw out a burgundy pair I wore for work, may have a black velvet pair socked away that I never wore). Some hats lurk about somewhere. Had granny boots, they finally died a few years ago. I went through a very brief Prep phase and decided immediately it wasn't my bag, but recall that I had kelly green, navy, red and khaki chinos, polos in similar colours, and one of those round bafgs with the covers you buttoned on and off. And barettes with ribbons attached to them. Started dressing like a hippie art student in tenth grade, occasionally mixing in Prep Crap because otherwise I'd be naked. Became a full-fledged Keith Richards clone in tight stovepipe leg jeans (most of which I painted on) and my dad's old Air Force jacket/parka that was eighteen sizes too big and black turtleneck and boots by college and pretty much didn't deviate from that (though the Air Force jacket was stolen from me by my family eventually) appreciably afterwards, except for the "you must buy what we sell" era.
Oh, I had a gym-knit miniskirt outfit in 1982 that I went to go see the GoGos and Flock of Seagulls in. It was a lovely aqua, heather grey and white horizontal striped affair and I looked gross.
I think all I have left are pinback buttons, some jeans, some marled-knit split collar sweaters (if I haven't ditched them all yet), some oversized t-shirts (ditto), the oversized boxy jackets, some suede pumps, and the hats. All of which I'd still wear (even the hats) if I felt like it. Except the jackets.
I also got rid of a red bubble-shirt petticoat thing, as I wore it AS a skirt and looked dumb in it. I may still have a cowl-neck black wool dress with dolman sleeves, but I was a size 4 at the time, and I don't think wool should be punished that much. I'm a lumpy size 10-12 now (on a bad day). I also now have boobs. I wore a 32-A bra until I was 25 years old. Imagine my surprise when I suddenly had 36-Cs and cleavage. They may be 38s now. Or Ds. They're large and in charge. I think my butt got jealous and has been trying to catch up. Stupid butt.
I'm a Limited / Express kind of gal. They typically have whatever I am liking at the moment.
I have gotten rid of almost everything 80s that isn't still wearable. I wasn't really into trends much. I had a dolman-sleeve black sweater that I wore frequently in high school and a few assymetrical split-collar sweaters. A colour-block shirt, white with black sleeves, collar and buttons with hot pink patch pockets over each boob. Lots of rubber bracelets, though those are long gone. Only ever wore black ones, and always wore them with rhinestone bracelets (which I've replaced with newer versions since then). No high-waisted pants left. No oversized belts left. No suspenders left (just threw out a burgundy pair I wore for work, may have a black velvet pair socked away that I never wore). Some hats lurk about somewhere. Had granny boots, they finally died a few years ago. I went through a very brief Prep phase and decided immediately it wasn't my bag, but recall that I had kelly green, navy, red and khaki chinos, polos in similar colours, and one of those round bafgs with the covers you buttoned on and off. And barettes with ribbons attached to them. Started dressing like a hippie art student in tenth grade, occasionally mixing in Prep Crap because otherwise I'd be naked. Became a full-fledged Keith Richards clone in tight stovepipe leg jeans (most of which I painted on) and my dad's old Air Force jacket/parka that was eighteen sizes too big and black turtleneck and boots by college and pretty much didn't deviate from that (though the Air Force jacket was stolen from me by my family eventually) appreciably afterwards, except for the "you must buy what we sell" era.
Oh, I had a gym-knit miniskirt outfit in 1982 that I went to go see the GoGos and Flock of Seagulls in. It was a lovely aqua, heather grey and white horizontal striped affair and I looked gross.
I think all I have left are pinback buttons, some jeans, some marled-knit split collar sweaters (if I haven't ditched them all yet), some oversized t-shirts (ditto), the oversized boxy jackets, some suede pumps, and the hats. All of which I'd still wear (even the hats) if I felt like it. Except the jackets.
I also got rid of a red bubble-shirt petticoat thing, as I wore it AS a skirt and looked dumb in it. I may still have a cowl-neck black wool dress with dolman sleeves, but I was a size 4 at the time, and I don't think wool should be punished that much. I'm a lumpy size 10-12 now (on a bad day). I also now have boobs. I wore a 32-A bra until I was 25 years old. Imagine my surprise when I suddenly had 36-Cs and cleavage. They may be 38s now. Or Ds. They're large and in charge. I think my butt got jealous and has been trying to catch up. Stupid butt.
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