While I wandered through the entirety Target this afternoon, as I often do on a household errand (We need laundry soap? I’m going to Target and will be back in 2 hours), I quickly realized with the Junior’s clothing section I could completely replicate my 1997 wardrobe. They say fashion comes in cycles, and boy, they weren’t kidding.
Autumn is the best clothing season thanks to boots, scarves, and jackets. But today, I spurned my usual fall scarf hunt as I was just TOO darn excited to try to on three outfits very close to ones I wore in middle school.
When I tried these now-fashionable-again items on, it immediately became apparent I was twice the age and twice the size as I when I wore these fashions in the 90’s. Bummer.
With a choker necklace and some chunky boots, I’d be right at home again (but with stretch marks from childbearing).
I wore a drapey cotton t-shirt dress and jean jacket ensemble, much akin to Photo One, at my first.ever.rock concert: Bush, The Goo Goo Dolls and No Doubt.
(Dang, 1997 was a good year for music. Rock hadn’t quite died yet )
(And demin was still cute, not yet ruined by Justin and Britney )
For the second photo, I wore a black hoodie under a flannel shirt over light-washed jeans with holes in the knees. This was, honestly, how I dressed in the entirety of 1996….and 1997…and 1998, give or take a few rock band t-shirts or ‘baby doll tees.’ Add in some Vans and Photo Two is basically a uniform from my middle school days.
(1997 was a good year for school kids. We didn’t spend all of our days on our phones; we passed hand written notes and drew on each other’s shoes. )
In the third photo, I adorned myself with what I considered a highly risky piece for person over 30: a cropped, striped sweater with high-waisted jeans. Striped, tight sweaters were the bread and butter of every adolescent girl (well, those with my taste in clothing) from 1995-1999 or even later. It was not until the year 2000 when waists on jeans dropped to Christina and Britney-esque hip huggers and tight sweaters gave way for glittery tops.
Speaking of which, 1997 was a good year for glitter. Sparkle may not have yet adorned our shirts or skirts, but it certainly adorned our eyes, lips, cheeks, under eyes and yes, collar bones.
(I carried glitter gel in my purse. If it wasn’t glittery, I didn’t want it on my face)
Today’s trip through Target’s make-up aisles showed me that glitter on faces is back in fashion, although this time it’s more metallic and matte and less glitter and gloss.
Making America 1997 Again is well under way in our clothing and make-up aisles, and plenty of my fave musicians from the year are still making great music…
So what are some other ways we could Make America 1997 Again? I’ll have a think on it.
1997 was a great year.