those. And green and red jeans. And green denim dungerees.
My mother went through a period of dressing me in brown. She decided it suited me and for a year or so EVERYTHING I owned was brown. It scarred me for life.![]()
70s/80s? I think we may share a mother. I had horrible brown trousers. Now I never wear trousers... or brown!

70s/80s? I think we may share a mother. I had horrible brown trousers. Now I never wear trousers... or brown!

My worst fashion faux pas was hair-related. Luckily, no photographic proof remains.![]()

the thing is, that in my teens i was indeed a style disaster and didn't care. for the last decade i have worn nothing more exciting than jeans and t-shirts. but now i'm firmly entrenched in my 30s i've decided to have more fun and not care if i look ridiculous. to this extent i am going to invite marty's mum out on my next clothes buying expedition and let her be my guide.

the thing is, that in my teens i was indeed a style disaster and didn't care. for the last decade i have worn nothing more exciting than jeans and t-shirts. but now i'm firmly entrenched in my 30s i've decided to have more fun and not care if i look ridiculous. to this extent i am going to invite marty's mum out on my next clothes buying expedition and let her be my guide.
