You can never go wrong talking fashion. Even if it’s just fashions in bras, everybody’s got an opinion, right down to the babies, who never miss a chance to plunge their tiny hands down the front of your low-necked top.
Now let’s have a show of hands: Who misses those awesome shoulder pads of the 1980s that were nothing but a revival of the shoulder pads of the 1940s?
I still wear the coat my mother wore as part of her ‘going away outfit’ as they used to call the post-nuptial ensemble. I have seen only one 40-second film of her and that mystery father of mine on their wedding day, coming down the stone steps at Longwood Towers where the reception was held.
I bet I’ve watched those 40 seconds a million times.There are no pictures of that snowy day; the photographer just never got there.
Mom had donned what she always referred to as a cerise-colored suit with pencil skirt and peplumed jacket under that black wool coat with its persian lamb lining. I found it in the attic of our childhood home after she died. The fur had deteriorated but I had it relined in heavy black satin. I wear it to this day, in part because even way back in the ’90s my kids were already slyly approaching me and trying to remove….. my SHOULDER PADS!
“But I need shoulder pads to symmetrisize my hips!” (That was my word for it: symmetrisize.)
“I need some bulk up at the here!” I told my girl Carrie who was rowing Crew in college at the time.
Her response: “Build up your delts.”
And so I have done.
Slowly slowly slowly, day by the day at the Y, in a group Strength class where the sight of others keep me going.
It’s a good system. Because aware as I am of the fact that shoulder pads are O-U-T out I, for one, still like them. And this way I get to wear ‘em on the inside where NO ONE can take them away heh heh.
I can’t find a picture of that wonderful coat but here’s the basic look. (I’m the cheeseball in the shorts with the bangs.)