Ignoring the fact that every day of my life is a bad wardrobe day, I flicked back thru my rapidly detiorating photo album and picked some favs to share (awwww) - I had hoped to share them while they were still relevant, but it's been an interesting fortnight with youngest bro - stay tuned for that one.
Here's my top eight (if I'd been assed to count them, I'd'a picked ten!) fashion moments of the nineties (that can be proven via photographic proof otherwise it never happend, y'hear?!):
1) EnnyPen circa 1994 - the Tshirt dress:
If you're a girly and say you didn't have one or want one then you are a DIRTY STINKING LIAR. I wanted one for this particular farewell party but I didn't have any money, hence spent the week before the party in typical year 8 pouts and pointing out the pic in a catalogue (I think it was $40 at like Susanne - the shirt was joined to the dress and didn't really exist below the fact that it was white sleeves and neck and was very slinky). Completely out of character, Mumsy took me down to the shops before the party and bought it for me (awww). Note also, stone ring on leather strap necklace. Tres in.
2) EnnyPen circa 1995 - the Flanny:
Check it out, punk. My flanny wasn't technically a flanny - it was thin and din't keep out the wind, had a zip at the top for the collar and came from SmartyPants down Erindale way. I also got mine about four months after everyone else but made up for it by practically living in it for about a year a half. I also seemed to have developed a fancy for posing fully clothed with bed hair and sunglasses on in bed....
3) EnnyPen circa 1996 - bad hair/ grown up jumpers (feat. scrunchie):
"Hey Enny, why don't you wear your hair out?" THIS. IS. WHY. Uncontrollable mopsy twists in all the wrong places - although this was a fav pic of mine for years as it looked like I had highlights in my hair (I wasn't cool enough to have them in high school/college). I guess I never realised how stodgy my Jacqui E jumper was - I think this was the only time I wore it. (Bonus trivia - that's youngest bro in the background - he's 19 now and taller than me!)
4) EnnyPen circa 1997 - pyjamas to school:
School sports carnivals were often themed - my classes theme this particular year was pyjamas (Note the bjork hair - I thought I was pretty cool). Funny (in retrospect) moment: Mumsy passing comment that it wasn't like I could just roll out of bed and straight to school because I had to out a bra on under my PJ's - I'd forgotten. I'll never forget that terrible cringing blushing pain I got as I got out of the car jus after she'd said that.... BUT! An interesting photo nontheless - the skipping line features from front to back: Me, The Hun, The Hun's best friend at whoms wedding he was best man, The Huns good friend that was my disk-chat-swap friend for three years, (someone), The Huns best friend at whoms wedding he was best mans future wife-to-be, (someone) and my good friend who bought a house with eldest bro's girlfriend. INCESTUAL!!!
5) EnnyPen circa 1997 - FREAKISH SILVER MAN
Sorry - I'm the one on the left. Not too much interesting to say except that I still have this jumper and wear it. AND THAT THE SILVER GUY WAS A FREAK AND MADE ME KISS HIS CHEEK BEFORE HE'D LET ME GO AND I PINPOINT MY CRIPPLING SHYNESS AND SOCIAL RETARDATION TO THIS ONE MOMENT IN TIME.
6) EnnyPen circa 1997 - Skinny formal wear!
Highlighted in this post - 48 kg and booby-less in year ten (in the green). From L to R: my good friend who bought a house with eldest bro's girlfriend, Enny, my friend who took me to see Brokeback, a friend who is all 'we should stay in touch' on the offchance you can pin her down, and The Hun (Oh yeah, I sat next to him at Yr 10 formal *flutters* but this pic does no justice to the uncomfortable look on his face).
7) EnnyPen circa 1998 - S.K.I. - T.R.I. - P.P.P.P.P
"Sounds like fun!" she said. It was't. It was shit. It was cold and my lack of skillz meant 'stop' required me to drop onto my ass and grab for snow for stoppage. The trip was spent sliding down the hills on the side of the paths on my ass. All. Day. Long. AND I had to wear this tacky hired suit (unimpressed face purely optional). If I ever go skiing again, I'll be cruisin the bar.
8) EnnyPen circa 1999 - bad formal taste:
Oooooh yeah, saucy mama. What do you mean you've never seen anyone wear a see-thruey over dress thing with feather trim to a formal? YOU HAVE NOW, OH TAINTED ONE. Plus it was a shit night, my fake nails kept falling off and you can pick the 10kg increase.
(And I'll proddly be doin one of these in another 5 years time)
Now, I hope to see something similar from at least one of you!