Fiction

This was us.

I see colored jeans, hugging their ankles. One bare shoulder, claiming the top of the fashion food chain. Neon has taken a generational curve, back around. The boys on one wall, girls on the other. It’s familiar, only now, I’m the chaperone.

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39 thoughts on “This was us.”

  1. oh yes, a perfect way to answer that prompt question. I am always astounded at how fashion comes full circle..I almost can’t wait to see what “Fad” will be next.

    this was fun (and yes a little sad. How old are we now? 🙂 )

    1. Well this was a bit of a tall tale for me. I have a ways to go before I am chaperoning my now 5 year old’s school dances. However, this time will be here before I know it.

      I am old enough though, to take a stroll through Target and see many (too many) clothes that resembled my daily outfits circa the early 90’s. It’s odd.

      1. LOL..
        I have 6 yr old twins, so I know of which you speak. It won’t be long for either of us.

        And this fiction, felt real, so there’s that. 🙂
        have a nice afternoon

    1. Thanks. I was in awe over a pair of over-alls at Target the other day that left me singing “Don’t go chasing waterfalls…”. I think the recycling of fashion was on the brain. 🙂

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