<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354</id><updated>2011-11-27T20:16:34.464-05:00</updated><category term='International Day'/><category term='Girl&apos;s Suits'/><category term='matchy matchy'/><category term='paisley'/><category term='Ziggy'/><category term='Homemade clothes'/><category term='The White Shadow'/><category term='The Lady in Red'/><category term='Polyester'/><category term='sailor suits'/><category term='culottes'/><category term='Fanny Packs'/><category term='faux denim'/><category term='easter clothes'/><category term='Leather Mittens'/><category term='lace lace and more lace'/><category term='school 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term='pimp outfits'/><category term='overalls'/><category term='I hated this dress'/><category term='Short Skirts'/><category term='Tinted Glasses'/><category term='Ungrateful children'/><category term='We love our Mothers'/><category term='my grandma made this'/><category term='suede'/><category term='matching outfits'/><category term='Colonel Sanders'/><category term='Ugly sweaters'/><category term='Frilly Dresses'/><category term='Bright Colors'/><category term='Ruffles'/><category term='leisure suits'/><category term='plaid suit'/><category term='Polygamist Couture'/><category term='I Love Grandma'/><category term='Ugly Fabric'/><category term='Donna Summer'/><category term='checks'/><category term='Bershon'/><category term='Patridge Family'/><category term='Purple'/><category term='House dress'/><category term='bad haircuts'/><category term='Century 21 jackets'/><category term='knee socks'/><category term='Foundation for Children Dressed by their Parents'/><category term='Is that supposed to match?'/><category term='Polish Princess'/><category term='Oh God That Shirt'/><category term='hanukah bib'/><category term='pastels'/><category term='I was obsessed with bonnets'/><category term='Germany'/><category term='Little Miss Sunshine'/><category term='Ponchos'/><category term='Belted snowsuits'/><category term='Twins'/><category term='Strawberry Shortcake'/><category term='Suspenders'/><category term='jumper'/><category term='Hip Hop Ballerina'/><category term='Dress Up Clothes'/><category term='Hanukah outfits'/><category term='The New Seekers'/><category term='Paint Splatter'/><title type='text'>My Parents Made Me Wear This</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-4742724167711378402</id><published>2010-09-13T22:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:13:55.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outfits that are AWESOME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bow Ties on girls'/><title type='text'>They hated these outfits, but I adore them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVV3witDWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Zgyu6VGkIVc/s1600/goofy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVV3witDWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Zgyu6VGkIVc/s400/goofy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486886137432444258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; T*^%#*: hating these dresses...&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lisabeths/4533675332/in/set-72157623885814288/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's been a while since I've posted. Too many blogs, too little time...&lt;br /&gt;But, while I know the dresses above are somewhat mediocre in the annals of My Parents Made Me Wear This history-the outfits below are just too fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVVOVgoYvI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Qb5R0enPdl4/s1600/goofy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVVOVgoYvI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Qb5R0enPdl4/s400/goofy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486885425801356018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more goofy outfits&lt;/span&gt;." (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lisabeths/4533476246/in/set-72157623885814288/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goofy? What the heck is she talking about? French, sailory stripes-with bow ties? There are times here when I just have to disagree with the wearer-now is one of them. Sometimes, ungrateful damn kids just don't know how good they have it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people-I am Back. Prepare for more greatness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-4742724167711378402?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4742724167711378402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/09/they-hated-these-outfits-but-i-adore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/4742724167711378402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/4742724167711378402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/09/they-hated-these-outfits-but-i-adore.html' title='They hated these outfits, but I adore them!'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVV3witDWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Zgyu6VGkIVc/s72-c/goofy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6787274542726205929</id><published>2010-08-22T20:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:48:21.983-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals on your clothes'/><title type='text'>Quack if you love Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/THHEUFfAevI/AAAAAAAAAnU/pxve6lUGd9k/s1600/babypics-720297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/THHEUFfAevI/AAAAAAAAAnU/pxve6lUGd9k/s400/babypics-720297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508399668599487218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The caption should be "Hm, what flavor did you say this was again?" That, and "I can't believe mom made me wear this. Again.&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.chezpei.com/2007_07_01_archive.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Duck said Quack!&lt;br /&gt;Wear that Santa outfit kid.&lt;br /&gt;Duck for Christmas? Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6787274542726205929?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6787274542726205929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/08/quack-if-you-love-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6787274542726205929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6787274542726205929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/08/quack-if-you-love-santa.html' title='Quack if you love Santa'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/THHEUFfAevI/AAAAAAAAAnU/pxve6lUGd9k/s72-c/babypics-720297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-8112884696525541540</id><published>2010-08-13T21:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:54:14.247-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dress Up Clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why did I get a tattoo?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frilly Dresses'/><title type='text'>Dressed up all Dressy, in a Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8eBOSgKrtI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_eP7vOxJkYg/s1600/323133656_2d8f88ddda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8eBOSgKrtI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_eP7vOxJkYg/s400/323133656_2d8f88ddda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460475155694923474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;4th grade school picture. Hmmm. Nice Hair. Nice dress. Mother, what were you thinking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vieuxbandit/323133656/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight hair sure can be a curse.&lt;br /&gt;parts don't lie flat and can look worse,&lt;br /&gt;when paired with polyester dress,&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Goodness-what a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a dress like this one day,&lt;br /&gt;For a Bar Mitzvah,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oy Vey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruffled neck, clown suit I think,&lt;br /&gt;and in a lovely shade of pink.&lt;br /&gt;Satin ribbon at the edge,&lt;br /&gt;The shoes? I wish they had a wedge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arms crossed in front,&lt;br /&gt;Such a good girl,&lt;br /&gt;and in the 80s-I bet a curl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perms back then were all the rage,&lt;br /&gt;if you and I are the same age.&lt;br /&gt;My friends all made that mistake too,&lt;br /&gt;but none for me-except a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was later,&lt;br /&gt;enough said,&lt;br /&gt;But there were better times ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-8112884696525541540?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8112884696525541540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/08/dressed-up-all-dressy-in-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8112884696525541540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8112884696525541540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/08/dressed-up-all-dressy-in-dress.html' title='Dressed up all Dressy, in a Dress'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8eBOSgKrtI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_eP7vOxJkYg/s72-c/323133656_2d8f88ddda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6189513603882864166</id><published>2010-08-12T20:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T21:16:19.248-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s our country&apos;s birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bicentennial'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday USA, circa 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TGSYSgjGr_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/Hjx8FXwZScM/s1600/40103_1549694988691_1424583412_31437490_5628887_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TGSYSgjGr_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/Hjx8FXwZScM/s400/40103_1549694988691_1424583412_31437490_5628887_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504692088295829490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The year was 1976. Our nation's bicentennial. The parents at Center  School in Mattapoisett Massachusetts thought it'd be neat to dress their  children up as if it were 1776.  That's me, front left, in blue. My mum  made that dress for me; it was a little too long and I remember  tripping over the hem and falling off the bus at our field trip to the  little antique schoolhouse, where we spent the day in cramped little  wooden desks, writing on slates.&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http//www.facebook.com/MyParentsMadeMeWearThis?ref=ts#%21/photo.php?pid=31437490&amp;amp;o=all&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=323755072543&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;id=1424583412&amp;amp;oid=323755072543"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fans are the greatest,&lt;br /&gt;It's really quite clearly,&lt;br /&gt;and this photo I really,&lt;br /&gt;love oh so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicentennial fun,&lt;br /&gt;at least for the teachers,&lt;br /&gt;dressing kids up as colonial creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went Bicentennial too&lt;br /&gt;(showing my age,No-I'm not scared to do.)&lt;br /&gt;My school photos, however, were not as much fun,&lt;br /&gt;I only wish they'd been this overdone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With schooling to match-&lt;br /&gt;chalk boards and a schoolhouse,&lt;br /&gt;All of you dressed up,&lt;br /&gt;as cute as a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sharing, our fun little friend.&lt;br /&gt;For post of the year, you will surely contend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6189513603882864166?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6189513603882864166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-usa-circa-1976.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6189513603882864166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6189513603882864166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-usa-circa-1976.html' title='Happy Birthday USA, circa 1976'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TGSYSgjGr_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/Hjx8FXwZScM/s72-c/40103_1549694988691_1424583412_31437490_5628887_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-5564574912783977661</id><published>2010-08-09T21:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:08:15.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I was obsessed with bonnets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Trek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ungrateful children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura Ingalls Wilder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holly Hobbie'/><title type='text'>Bonnet, bonnet-who's wearing the bonnet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8eC0zceBdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/lpjjCxHr9vQ/s1600/3148063597_b7afbb104f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8eC0zceBdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/lpjjCxHr9vQ/s400/3148063597_b7afbb104f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460476916884440530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;My mother took her Holly Hobbie obsession just a wee bit too far. That or she thought I should have been living out on the prairie with Laura Ingalls. Either way the hat is toooo much. Bonnet, definitely a bonnet. And what makes this ensemble especially fabulous is that I think my grandmother made it. *sigh*&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stitchnqt/3148063597/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't this woman's mother have been my mother? The friggin' ingrate. I would have killed for that bonnet, but, ahem, without the duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just explain my bonnet obsession:&lt;br /&gt;It all goes back to Star Trek. Yeah, you know the movie. The one where they put some creepy thing in the ears of two crew members. Was it Scotty? I can't remember. Either way, it scared the hell out of me. After seeing that movie, I hid my fear. Each night, I crept out of bed, slowly, quietly, to my dresser. Steathily, I removed the bonnet from my drawer. Why did I have a bonnet? No idea. But you know what it was good for? Ear Protection! Ear wigs, which I knew nothing about, and those creepy Star Trek things.&lt;br /&gt;Bonnets--necessary for protection and security. Parents--there are certain movies your child SHOULD NOT SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another one? Invasion of the Body Snatchers, the Donald Sutherland one. Bad idea to let your 7-year-old see that. I'm just sayin'.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-5564574912783977661?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5564574912783977661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/08/bonnet-bonnet-whos-wearing-bonnet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/5564574912783977661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/5564574912783977661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/08/bonnet-bonnet-whos-wearing-bonnet.html' title='Bonnet, bonnet-who&apos;s wearing the bonnet?'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8eC0zceBdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/lpjjCxHr9vQ/s72-c/3148063597_b7afbb104f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-2841070307607066435</id><published>2010-08-07T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T08:30:49.003-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad haircuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly sweaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mullets'/><title type='text'>Holy Mullet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8-o3GFs7SI/AAAAAAAAAhk/rdEzEY5taoY/s1600/465197227_3fc9a00dd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8-o3GFs7SI/AAAAAAAAAhk/rdEzEY5taoY/s400/465197227_3fc9a00dd6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462770537504501026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;What was my mom thinking!!!&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/waywillie/465197227/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaggy bits of hair&lt;br /&gt;touch your collar in the back&lt;br /&gt;Hockey hair is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the stripey&lt;br /&gt;sweater, gold and blue and red&lt;br /&gt;matches spiky hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wanted her boy&lt;br /&gt;to look so nice for pictures,&lt;br /&gt;for laughter later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-2841070307607066435?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2841070307607066435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/08/holy-mullet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2841070307607066435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2841070307607066435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/08/holy-mullet.html' title='Holy Mullet!'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8-o3GFs7SI/AAAAAAAAAhk/rdEzEY5taoY/s72-c/465197227_3fc9a00dd6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-835811476744438259</id><published>2010-07-29T22:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:10:30.441-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchy matchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shorts'/><title type='text'>Crossing Guard in Charge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TEZJSU5c4oI/AAAAAAAAAnE/wtS3r3pF0WE/s1600/100_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TEZJSU5c4oI/AAAAAAAAAnE/wtS3r3pF0WE/s400/100_1065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496160974448419458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="gphoto-photocaption-caption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1st day of 5th grade. I was a  crossing guard! what an honor. My mom always made me wear this outfit. I  really didn't like it. Notice the matching socks and bow.&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XHlWfAQ6ZKc4p7NsznqXGA"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow is good for&lt;br /&gt;visibility when you&lt;br /&gt;direct the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Boss Lady on&lt;br /&gt;the road as mini-vans come&lt;br /&gt;to school in morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-835811476744438259?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/835811476744438259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/crossing-guard-in-charge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/835811476744438259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/835811476744438259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/crossing-guard-in-charge.html' title='Crossing Guard in Charge!'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TEZJSU5c4oI/AAAAAAAAAnE/wtS3r3pF0WE/s72-c/100_1065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-9185787407704981110</id><published>2010-07-27T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:02:13.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buster Browns'/><title type='text'>Baby Blue for this Blue, Blue Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGAJiVEDBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/TQCLKi-_Osc/s1600/84118371_dbdce60864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGAJiVEDBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/TQCLKi-_Osc/s400/84118371_dbdce60864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481303122808933394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I hated this outfit.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/johanna101/84118371/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/"&gt;Go Fug Yourself&lt;/a&gt; that immortalized the phrase "tights are not pants"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree, especially when paired with some scuffed Buster Browns.  And let's be clear-this pair of was clearly meant for ballet only. My ballet teacher would have been horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-9185787407704981110?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/9185787407704981110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-blue-for-this-blue-blue-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/9185787407704981110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/9185787407704981110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-blue-for-this-blue-blue-baby.html' title='Baby Blue for this Blue, Blue Baby'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGAJiVEDBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/TQCLKi-_Osc/s72-c/84118371_dbdce60864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-5750237504742041149</id><published>2010-07-22T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T14:52:43.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad perm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brown trousers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy&apos;s suits'/><title type='text'>Advice for Prospective Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVR8I7XrCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/v_nlAx9WGww/s1600/Easter1980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486881814651317282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVR8I7XrCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/v_nlAx9WGww/s400/Easter1980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Reasons I Hate Holidays-Easter 1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This fashion abomination comes straight outta the dawn of the 80's. Let's do a checklist, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Brown trousers. Check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Involuntary home perm. Check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Too-wide clog shoes. Check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Herb Tarlek-inspired sport jacket. Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To make things even more picturesque is the gigantic dirt pile in the background. Neither the front OR back yard was finished when we moved into the house, and the springtime rains turned our 'lawn' (and I used the term very, very loosely) into something that resembled the consistency of Hormel Chili for 'months' on end.&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/porthosduvallon/2902123807/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I'd seen this before I became a parent--the things I've done to my son which combine Hormel chili, brown trousers, and a home perm certainly mean therapy to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-5750237504742041149?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5750237504742041149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/advice-for-prospective-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/5750237504742041149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/5750237504742041149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/advice-for-prospective-parents.html' title='Advice for Prospective Parents'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVR8I7XrCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/v_nlAx9WGww/s72-c/Easter1980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-3027110734034902017</id><published>2010-07-20T08:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:15:25.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad haircuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchy matchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandals with socks'/><title type='text'>It's a Family Affair or, some outfits just do the work for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVYA2fEW2I/AAAAAAAAAmU/_WEKs9flKu4/s1600/colorcoordinated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVYA2fEW2I/AAAAAAAAAmU/_WEKs9flKu4/s400/colorcoordinated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486888492669885282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Color Coordinated!&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilita/9846461/in/set-243210/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socks with sandals are ALWAYS a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;You know what else I love? That big ass phone her little brother is holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVXJ45UZnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/YjzAhGSW4g4/s1600/bellbottoms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVXJ45UZnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/YjzAhGSW4g4/s400/bellbottoms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486887548424054386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's with the outfit?&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilita/9846517/in/set-243210/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I believe she is talking about her own outfit, which is not great, but her brother is AMAZING. The vest. The fringe! FRINGE! Was this some kind of Glam-Rock outfit, designed to be worn with platform boots and full make-up? For what occasion would you wear an outfit like this?? So many questions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVWiBm29GI/AAAAAAAAAmE/fdkhtDusXJc/s1600/anotherstupiddress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVWiBm29GI/AAAAAAAAAmE/fdkhtDusXJc/s400/anotherstupiddress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486886863567778914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another stupid dress.&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilita/9846485/in/set-243210/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dress, which looks ridiculously warm and polyester for what is clearly a warm setting, is awful in and of itself--and way too long for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want to see? The print on brother's shirt. Baby boy? You rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-3027110734034902017?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3027110734034902017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-family-affair-or-some-outfits-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3027110734034902017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3027110734034902017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-family-affair-or-some-outfits-just.html' title='It&apos;s a Family Affair or, some outfits just do the work for me'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVYA2fEW2I/AAAAAAAAAmU/_WEKs9flKu4/s72-c/colorcoordinated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-3519877339380264005</id><published>2010-07-12T22:01:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:49:53.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acid wash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overalls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child of the 80s'/><title type='text'>I love the 80s</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TDvI9vXqzCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/UScTOYWfu-k/s1600/3901166944_94a602ce73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TDvI9vXqzCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/UScTOYWfu-k/s400/3901166944_94a602ce73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493205133521767458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't like this one too much...Also I don't like the ridiculous shirt my mother made me wear.&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jotapegebe/3901166944/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I remember from the 80s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wham.&lt;br /&gt;Frankie Goes to Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;Parachute Pants.&lt;br /&gt;Acid Wash.&lt;br /&gt;Paint Splatter t-shirts made in my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;Jams, and pretending I was interested in surfing.&lt;br /&gt;Rolled Sleeves. Rolled Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Neon.&lt;br /&gt;Pastel.&lt;br /&gt;Guess jeans, with zippers on the ankles for girls.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin asking if visiting me would "really be like that movie Escape from New York."&lt;br /&gt;Benetton.&lt;br /&gt;Scrunchy socks.&lt;br /&gt;Reebok hightops I never had.&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;Buying my first Prince album.&lt;br /&gt;D**** C**** (Yeah, you know who you are. Sigh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-3519877339380264005?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3519877339380264005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-80s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3519877339380264005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3519877339380264005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-80s.html' title='I love the 80s'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TDvI9vXqzCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/UScTOYWfu-k/s72-c/3901166944_94a602ce73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-509539546102251105</id><published>2010-07-08T22:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:07:50.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patchwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overalls'/><title type='text'>Greek Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S_RyrtwzM4I/AAAAAAAAAjU/k8eaYOxoaKo/s1600/overalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S_RyrtwzM4I/AAAAAAAAAjU/k8eaYOxoaKo/s400/overalls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473125542506214274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Yes, I'm still speaking to my parents.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/greektragedy/2482298792/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overalls sublime&lt;br /&gt;How they are Greek, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Red shoes make the look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family picnic?&lt;br /&gt;Curly hair and big 'ol sneer&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; that lawn chair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-509539546102251105?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/509539546102251105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/greek-tragedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/509539546102251105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/509539546102251105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/greek-tragedy.html' title='Greek Tragedy'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S_RyrtwzM4I/AAAAAAAAAjU/k8eaYOxoaKo/s72-c/overalls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-4573543409633599787</id><published>2010-07-05T21:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:39:44.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Century 21 jackets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dress Up Clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy&apos;s suits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victoriana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family portraits'/><title type='text'>Planning Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVQZXy3DWI/AAAAAAAAAlc/hSa5zTumVUQ/s1600/portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVQZXy3DWI/AAAAAAAAAlc/hSa5zTumVUQ/s400/portrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486880117835107682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The most awful posed portrait ever. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, Mom, Dad, but I have always hated this portrait. And yet, I'm sharing it with the world...Let me count the reasons - the baby fat, the bad hair, the pink frilly dress, the orange sport coat paired with a yellow shirt, the ugly "antiquing", and the syrupy smile. Basically, it's just not me.&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stegasaurus/1378719/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this Victorian-style photo, which I can easily picture in black and white or perhaps a daugerreotype. And I think this young one is misreading the orange sport coat. This was simply a case of parents looking out for the child's future career opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saxonuniform.com/C21blazers/goldblazer.html"&gt;Century 21&lt;/a&gt; anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TDKF9krO71I/AAAAAAAAAmk/yfPTZgzLdAo/s1600/mens_century21_blazer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TDKF9krO71I/AAAAAAAAAmk/yfPTZgzLdAo/s400/mens_century21_blazer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490598188581580626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This &lt;a href="http://saxonuniform.com/C21blazers/goldblazer.html"&gt;lovely men's jacket&lt;/a&gt;, for Century 21, is full polyester, for only $59! What a bargain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TDKGKZfD4HI/AAAAAAAAAms/WmFZQRNtzWQ/s1600/womens_century21_blazer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TDKGKZfD4HI/AAAAAAAAAms/WmFZQRNtzWQ/s400/womens_century21_blazer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490598408916033650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The women's jacket is even more flattering, but alas, only available to Century 21 realtors and agents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? These parents weren't dressing their children badly--they were looking out for their future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-4573543409633599787?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4573543409633599787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/planning-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/4573543409633599787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/4573543409633599787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/planning-ahead.html' title='Planning Ahead'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVQZXy3DWI/AAAAAAAAAlc/hSa5zTumVUQ/s72-c/portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-3684300066956900415</id><published>2010-07-02T21:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:15:47.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponytails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family portraits'/><title type='text'>My dad should have been in DEVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S9jd7c4HEaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/GmxWPtUX_WI/s1600/289843034_afdca1d9c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S9jd7c4HEaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/GmxWPtUX_WI/s400/289843034_afdca1d9c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465362161247654306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Hair apparent. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's rare to find that family portrait where everyone is sporting their worst-hair-look-ever simultaneously. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have my hair pulled back into one of my mom's patented 'ponytails so tight it will make your ears ring,' which luckily doesn't make me look dorky at all, no sirree. My dad has some kind of weird military/plastic Devo wig hybrid going on, and Mom's hair is so damn huge that she's topppling sideways from the weight of it.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tamelyn/289843034/in/pool-usedtobe"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boys in the front just look dang shell-shocked.&lt;br /&gt;In the family honor, a poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl with buck-teeth and&lt;br /&gt;plaid dress and devo stylins&lt;br /&gt;Dad is a hipster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's hair is heavy&lt;br /&gt;clearly not as cool as the&lt;br /&gt;dude man she married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it great when&lt;br /&gt;the Dad is the coolest one&lt;br /&gt;in the family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-3684300066956900415?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3684300066956900415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-dad-should-have-been-in-devo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3684300066956900415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3684300066956900415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-dad-should-have-been-in-devo.html' title='My dad should have been in DEVO'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S9jd7c4HEaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/GmxWPtUX_WI/s72-c/289843034_afdca1d9c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-1809847004914249340</id><published>2010-06-29T15:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:19:29.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This outfit was too young for me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dress Up Clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Chips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailor suit'/><title type='text'>Me and Mr. Chips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGCBz5KsuI/AAAAAAAAAkc/YTnC_N35oGQ/s1600/405662093_a446bc74dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481305189108069090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGCBz5KsuI/AAAAAAAAAkc/YTnC_N35oGQ/s400/405662093_a446bc74dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Me and Mr. Chips in the 1970's. I hated this outfit-my mother made me wear it!&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/91315501@N00/405662093/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hide me, Mr. Chips! Let me scrunch down behind you and hide me before Mother catches me on film in this sailor suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr. Chips, I'm just a poor prepubescent boy, forced to do whatever Mother wants. What if she tries to take me to the club in this outfit? I'm doomed, Mr. Chips, doomed! The fellas will never let me forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alas, Mr. Chips, can you save me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-1809847004914249340?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1809847004914249340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-and-mr-chips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1809847004914249340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1809847004914249340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-and-mr-chips.html' title='Me and Mr. Chips'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGCBz5KsuI/AAAAAAAAAkc/YTnC_N35oGQ/s72-c/405662093_a446bc74dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6967940440655299488</id><published>2010-06-25T21:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:05:52.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Grandparents made me wear this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponytails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Trek'/><title type='text'>I just wish I knew the right Led Zeppelin lyrics</title><content type='html'>to go with this outfit. Are there any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVdkRww66I/AAAAAAAAAmc/d08FgsswdIw/s1600/4282779556_de622eee4f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVdkRww66I/AAAAAAAAAmc/d08FgsswdIw/s400/4282779556_de622eee4f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486894598845426594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"1st grade picture. I can't stand my hair in this picture! What was my mom thinking? My grandparents brought this dress back from Germany for me. My sister got one too. Still have them. Do I look like Dodi from 'My Three Sons' or what?&lt;br /&gt;This was also the year that Led Zeppelin got its start...weird!" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kbreenbo/4282779556/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like here is that her outfit is clearly an homage to a Starship Enterprise uniform. Live long and prosper, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6967940440655299488?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6967940440655299488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-wish-i-knew-right-led-zeppelin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6967940440655299488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6967940440655299488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-wish-i-knew-right-led-zeppelin.html' title='I just wish I knew the right Led Zeppelin lyrics'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TCVdkRww66I/AAAAAAAAAmc/d08FgsswdIw/s72-c/4282779556_de622eee4f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-3758681988428186424</id><published>2010-06-23T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:15:27.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traumatic Christmas Photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Dresses'/><title type='text'>Come Take a Ride in my 'Vette, Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TB-zo8e1yRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/A4HmO89YcJc/s1600/hotbrothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 374px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485300387172174098" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TB-zo8e1yRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/A4HmO89YcJc/s400/hotbrothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Oh-no Xmas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; My brothers are 'modeling' their new Christmas presents-personalized tees from TShirts Plus! Where's mine? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hated this dress and my new haircut&lt;/em&gt;." (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/victory/7510847/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what her real problem is? She's the younger sister of Hot, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dazed_and_Confused"&gt;Dazed &amp;amp; Confused&lt;/a&gt;-style older brothers. Never a good situation for a girl. I mean, I practically have retro-active crushes on these guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-3758681988428186424?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3758681988428186424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/come-take-ride-in-my-vette-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3758681988428186424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3758681988428186424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/come-take-ride-in-my-vette-baby.html' title='Come Take a Ride in my &apos;Vette, Baby'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TB-zo8e1yRI/AAAAAAAAAlU/A4HmO89YcJc/s72-c/hotbrothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-7743402870838447927</id><published>2010-06-21T13:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:03:03.781-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dress Up Clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome To The Dollhouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawn Weiner'/><title type='text'>Welcome to a Welcome to the Dollhouse moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-Yd3_3JppI/AAAAAAAAAis/KRIkMSPvXkk/s1600/2009-03-12-concours_oratoire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469091645360809618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-Yd3_3JppI/AAAAAAAAAis/KRIkMSPvXkk/s400/2009-03-12-concours_oratoire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Yeah. Ummm...does my aversion to pink now make sense to everyone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, seriously...it's not bad enough that I am the dorky kidd who won the school final in the French-Speaking contest and earned a trip to the provincial championships in lovely Edson, Alberta? Do you have to send me up on stage looking like A) a librarian chaperoning a junior prom, or B) an Easter pageant entry from hell?And what, my legs weren't white enough already? How hard did you have to look to find me a pair of nylons whiter than the natural albino tone I was already brandishing? Man, it's no wonder that my grade-six heart throb H*** K***, featured here to my left in some classy sneakers that must have made his mom proud, never batted an eyelash in my direction.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.milomac.com/?q=node/224"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what I think of when I look at the photo on the right:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toddsolondz.com/welcome.html"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485288201052625954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TB-ojnpiHCI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mr_Y7sy0TBs/s400/Dawn.jpg" /&gt; Dawn Weiner&lt;/a&gt; anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-7743402870838447927?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7743402870838447927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-to-welcome-to-dollhouse-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/7743402870838447927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/7743402870838447927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-to-welcome-to-dollhouse-moment.html' title='Welcome to a Welcome to the Dollhouse moment'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-Yd3_3JppI/AAAAAAAAAis/KRIkMSPvXkk/s72-c/2009-03-12-concours_oratoire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-2863399253634864353</id><published>2010-06-16T11:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:01:58.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saddle Shoes'/><title type='text'>Lonely Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGA9MkEVXI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Zuv-iLyCI28/s1600/3096341674_23f7d4838e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGA9MkEVXI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Zuv-iLyCI28/s400/3096341674_23f7d4838e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481304010319484274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I hate this outfit.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jimmyfallon/3096341674/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The comments section of this photo says it better than I ever could--"I could never understand why jumpers never caught on for boys. Oh, right, because they make upright pissing impossible." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a word of fashion caution--Jumpers are good for NO ONE. For girls, anything that requires that you almost completely disrobe to take a pee is NOT a good thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-2863399253634864353?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2863399253634864353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/lonely-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2863399253634864353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2863399253634864353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/lonely-boy.html' title='Lonely Boy'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGA9MkEVXI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Zuv-iLyCI28/s72-c/3096341674_23f7d4838e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-1399421105788959149</id><published>2010-06-15T10:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T10:11:08.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lederhosen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knee socks'/><title type='text'>Is it Oktoberfest already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGDnmweo-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/SYjsAhTB3jY/s1600/167340759_2c22835f15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGDnmweo-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/SYjsAhTB3jY/s400/167340759_2c22835f15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481306937928623074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I HATED this outfit.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cin241/167340759/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really? That's not clear in this photo. You look so happy, little one. Green velvet, red knee socks-what's not to love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-1399421105788959149?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1399421105788959149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-it-oktoberfest-already.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1399421105788959149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1399421105788959149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-it-oktoberfest-already.html' title='Is it Oktoberfest already?'/><author><name>John</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGDnmweo-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/SYjsAhTB3jY/s72-c/167340759_2c22835f15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6521479970948633090</id><published>2010-06-10T20:49:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:23:32.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matching outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweatsuits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchy matchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stripedy stripes'/><title type='text'>A Family Affair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;These parents either: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Had a great sense of Humor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Had an ax to grind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Hated the very idea of children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Aspired to a future of family laughter, at their children's expense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Used some kind of discount coupons only redeemable at a store where everything had to be purchased in multiples. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGIIM60EvI/AAAAAAAAAks/L1X5RQmXdgQ/s1600/No+More+Green!.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGIIM60EvI/AAAAAAAAAks/L1X5RQmXdgQ/s400/No+More+Green!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481311895974843122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I LOVE this set of photos...I hated the matching outfits...but I managed to fake a smile. PJ was just completely unable to deal.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizziev/261756377/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PJ--I feel your pain, baby boy. Were you going sailing, in nursing scrub colors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGM_BRp9CI/AAAAAAAAAk8/txVz-kEwn6k/s1600/261777184_2d29d1b8eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGM_BRp9CI/AAAAAAAAAk8/txVz-kEwn6k/s400/261777184_2d29d1b8eb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481317235788739618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The coats sort of conceal this fact, but the pants are a giveaway. MORE MATCHING OUTFITS.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizziev/261777184/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure that a sweatsuit actually constitutes an "outfit." And again--the scrubs green. Perhaps these parents actually just aspired to careers in medicine for their kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGMnziwapI/AAAAAAAAAk0/cBTuVrIvMiQ/s1600/261777185_59d9c3053d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGMnziwapI/AAAAAAAAAk0/cBTuVrIvMiQ/s400/261777185_59d9c3053d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481316836965378706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Christmas 1990. Yes, more matching outfits.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lizziev/261777185/in/set-72157594314492854/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Holiday sweater--always a good finale. (Is there such a thing as a Hanukah sweater?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6521479970948633090?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6521479970948633090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6521479970948633090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6521479970948633090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-affair.html' title='A Family Affair?'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TBGIIM60EvI/AAAAAAAAAks/L1X5RQmXdgQ/s72-c/No+More+Green!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-347950027084572714</id><published>2010-06-07T21:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:12:22.753-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matching outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchy matchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stripedy stripes'/><title type='text'>Ingrates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S_UwxkIekoI/AAAAAAAAAjc/8knm81FwhNU/s1600/4513081547_ec5f8cdf4f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S_UwxkIekoI/AAAAAAAAAjc/8knm81FwhNU/s400/4513081547_ec5f8cdf4f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473334550209663618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Wow. So yeah, one of my mother's hobbies involved putting me and P*** in matching outfits, color-coordinated with our bedroom, and taking what felt like endless photos. I look like I should be saying 'bored now!' here.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/60889345@N00/4513081547/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could care less about these children's matching outfits, but I want that poster so much I could just spit. Okay, and the red carpet with the funky blue wall is pretty rockin' too. This mom had it going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think these children are just ungrateful. Yeah--that's it. They didn't DESERVE these outfits, or that poster which I should have, now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-347950027084572714?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/347950027084572714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/ingrates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/347950027084572714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/347950027084572714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/ingrates.html' title='Ingrates!'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S_UwxkIekoI/AAAAAAAAAjc/8knm81FwhNU/s72-c/4513081547_ec5f8cdf4f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-7772349483665478485</id><published>2010-06-02T16:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:31:11.546-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy&apos;s suits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill Bixby'/><title type='text'>Rockin' the Bill Bixbys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TAa7i2KNQ8I/AAAAAAAAAj8/jOaD8eUZzEU/s1600/bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TAa7i2KNQ8I/AAAAAAAAAj8/jOaD8eUZzEU/s400/bruce.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478272204071060418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;1973.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What were my parents thinking when they got me this outfit?&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brusog/3640513355/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this seriously a question?? Did the man not look at the curtains behind him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More importantly--this photo made me instantly think of Bill Bixby. No--not as Bruce Banner in The Incredible Hulk. I'm speaking, of course, of Bill's role in this little known gem, Goodnight Beantown. Recognize these glasses from anywhere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TAb2r0UqGgI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4QATLpUmkUY/s1600/cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TAb2r0UqGgI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4QATLpUmkUY/s400/cast.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478337229382883842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right. Our little friend above was simply rockin' the Bill Bixbys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-7772349483665478485?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7772349483665478485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/rockin-bill-bixbys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/7772349483665478485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/7772349483665478485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/06/rockin-bill-bixbys.html' title='Rockin&apos; the Bill Bixbys'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/TAa7i2KNQ8I/AAAAAAAAAj8/jOaD8eUZzEU/s72-c/bruce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6960153048630240263</id><published>2010-05-27T16:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:22:24.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hated this dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduation Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S_7SyIXxjMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/vI0CHAeIv1M/s1600/graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S_7SyIXxjMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/vI0CHAeIv1M/s400/graduation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476045955611593922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Lower School Graduation. I swear my mom made me wear that dress. I HATE IT&lt;/i&gt;" (via)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the verge of teen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Body set to grow up soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom still picks your dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You look like you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terrified of seventh grade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that Six is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shell Shock on your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No room for you to smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher peeks around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6960153048630240263?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6960153048630240263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-graduation-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6960153048630240263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6960153048630240263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-graduation-day.html' title='Happy Graduation Day'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S_7SyIXxjMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/vI0CHAeIv1M/s72-c/graduation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6774470455289193816</id><published>2010-05-24T16:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T16:45:24.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highwaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matching outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh brother dear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchy matchy'/><title type='text'>Where's the flood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8-pmxQE4OI/AAAAAAAAAhs/A_D_-6WGN8c/s1600/4095997371_d46c0c5727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8-pmxQE4OI/AAAAAAAAAhs/A_D_-6WGN8c/s400/4095997371_d46c0c5727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462771356544590050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;R**** and J*** in matching highwater pants and pink shirts buttoned to the top. What was my mom thinking!?!?&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mspsfamily/4095997371/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what mom was thinking--you are out in a field, there could be large piles of cow dung and should you step in one, you'd only have to change your shoes and the pants would still be clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shirt? Those I have no explanation for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6774470455289193816?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6774470455289193816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/wheres-flood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6774470455289193816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6774470455289193816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/wheres-flood.html' title='Where&apos;s the flood?'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8-pmxQE4OI/AAAAAAAAAhs/A_D_-6WGN8c/s72-c/4095997371_d46c0c5727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-7824218701687477062</id><published>2010-05-20T18:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T18:40:56.189-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1970s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jumpsuit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faux denim'/><title type='text'>Jump up for joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-4IgfQhMCI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_ced8JgyIYM/s1600/1235136408_5d6de143c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-4IgfQhMCI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_ced8JgyIYM/s400/1235136408_5d6de143c5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471319951541350434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The continuing saga of my embarrassing childhood. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was trying desperately to make this outfit look cool. Sigh, I don't think anyone could.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rhargate/1235136408/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jumpsuit unbuttoned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it to make it cooler?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is still Hot Stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not even talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about your orthopedic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoes with white laces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faux ivy growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from your puke green shagginess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mickey likes it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that man behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to do the hustle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink pants are snazzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-7824218701687477062?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7824218701687477062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/jump-up-for-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/7824218701687477062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/7824218701687477062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/jump-up-for-joy.html' title='Jump up for joy'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-4IgfQhMCI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_ced8JgyIYM/s72-c/1235136408_5d6de143c5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-8966129247643177430</id><published>2010-05-17T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:43:17.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchy matchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Triplets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sailor suit'/><title type='text'>Ahoy there Sailor(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-4L87VMY3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/dvzOldWuM34/s1600/2652715421_a3c72a7def.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-4L87VMY3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/dvzOldWuM34/s400/2652715421_a3c72a7def.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471323738648372082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;yes, my early childhood was filled with lots of matching outfits.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kacibeeler/2652715421/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey there sailor boy, and boy, and girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your freak flag? It does unfurl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ride a horse, out to sea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mix of themes confuses me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sailor hats, like a beret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I enter in the fray?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunset clouds, pink and blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Background pales next to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three Musketeers you siblings are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A I admire from Afar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-8966129247643177430?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8966129247643177430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/ahoy-there-sailors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8966129247643177430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8966129247643177430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/ahoy-there-sailors.html' title='Ahoy there Sailor(s)'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-4L87VMY3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/dvzOldWuM34/s72-c/2652715421_a3c72a7def.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-3318284614285537561</id><published>2010-05-14T21:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:04:24.536-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kipper Tie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin Powers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dress Up Clothes'/><title type='text'>What the hell is a Kipper Tie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-3-CfQotdI/AAAAAAAAAi8/iLk1oubL96Y/s1600/Austinpowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-3-CfQotdI/AAAAAAAAAi8/iLk1oubL96Y/s400/Austinpowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471308441029490130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Yeah, yeah, kipper tie!...can't believe my mum dressed me in a shirt and tie to just PLAY!....But, look closely, (I'm 4 or 5 here, back in 1972/3) at that train tunnel...upside down!!&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31223598@N08/3740132072/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At &lt;a href="http://www.myparentsmademewearthis.com/"&gt;myparentsmademewearthis&lt;/a&gt;, I am all about your education. Thus--what is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kipper_tie"&gt;Kipper Tie&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;A Kipper Tie is a type of necktie primarily fashionable in Britain in the mid 1960s to late 1970s. The primary characteristics of the kipper tie are its extreme breadth and often garish colors and patterns.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kipper_tie"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did these ever go out of fashion??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-3318284614285537561?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3318284614285537561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-hell-is-kipper-tie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3318284614285537561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3318284614285537561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-hell-is-kipper-tie.html' title='What the hell is a Kipper Tie?'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-3-CfQotdI/AAAAAAAAAi8/iLk1oubL96Y/s72-c/Austinpowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-2620255060258763833</id><published>2010-05-12T21:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:55:05.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Safari Suit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl&apos;s Suits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink'/><title type='text'>Safari Time, in Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-tYWmTxZDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Oj1XA6-FSeY/s1600/safarisuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-tYWmTxZDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Oj1XA6-FSeY/s400/safarisuit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470563317635441714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;My Mum and I. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, it's me in my bubblegum pink safari suit. My mum dressed me in safari suits if we went to the zoo, birdpark or anywhere with a lot of animals!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seconds after this photo, the horse tried to eat my scarf. I was delighted of course!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/73333131@N00/135985265/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love your outfit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bubblegum Safari Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes Mom is right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-2620255060258763833?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2620255060258763833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/safari-time-in-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2620255060258763833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2620255060258763833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/safari-time-in-pink.html' title='Safari Time, in Pink'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-tYWmTxZDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Oj1XA6-FSeY/s72-c/safarisuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-1947908106730746097</id><published>2010-05-10T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:46:44.053-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patchwork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchy matchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Weddings'/><title type='text'>My Uncle Made Me Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-YXjnnl1qI/AAAAAAAAAik/V4bpgdG-v8k/s1600/792_DSC03101.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-YXjnnl1qI/AAAAAAAAAik/V4bpgdG-v8k/s400/792_DSC03101.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469084698185946786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;OMG! This photo is dated. You see me, my sister, and one of my uncles. I guess I'm about 4-5 years old here, with my sister being 2 years younger. You can't blame us for those matching hand-made, multi-colored outfits! It seems my uncle was getting married, judging from the bouquet in his hands. The hairdo, the throatcut collar, the bell bottoms, and the glasses (are horrible) must have been very fashionable.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://shardsofphotography.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Uncle, and these outfits, completely f---in' rock. As does that car--and where the heck are those license plates from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wish I had an uncle who kicked this much butt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-1947908106730746097?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1947908106730746097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-uncle-made-me-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1947908106730746097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1947908106730746097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-uncle-made-me-do-it.html' title='My Uncle Made Me Do It'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-YXjnnl1qI/AAAAAAAAAik/V4bpgdG-v8k/s72-c/792_DSC03101.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-3785707382352319686</id><published>2010-05-08T19:06:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:48:22.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We love our Mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First day of school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matching dresses'/><title type='text'>It's all Mom's fault--and we love her for it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A quick post today--because I'm spending the weekend with my  mother, of course! Get off the computer now and send your mother a card!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, let's think about what mother's are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mothers are always thinking about our future. Character development anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-YVU0j85aI/AAAAAAAAAic/ryPg_Rx4oLg/s1600/josettewtc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-YVU0j85aI/AAAAAAAAAic/ryPg_Rx4oLg/s400/josettewtc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469082244939048354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Me, circa 1973. Young, carefree, content to look like the lead in an After School Special. (My mom forced me to dress that way; it built character.)&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.halushki.com/2005_04_01_archive.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mothers look out for our personal safety, here and abroad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-YRIaMAfrI/AAAAAAAAAiU/vLord6_jzbA/s1600/pinkdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-YRIaMAfrI/AAAAAAAAAiU/vLord6_jzbA/s400/pinkdress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469077633654357682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The only thing more embarrassing than the pink striped dress was the fact that my sister and I were dressed alike. We were traveling along and my mom wanted to make sure we wouldn't get lost. Not a chance dressed like that!!!&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.imagiverse.org/activities/countries/europe/spain/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, our mothers value our education. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-YK5p6gWfI/AAAAAAAAAiM/2qLgtpCiR00/s1600/meschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-YK5p6gWfI/AAAAAAAAAiM/2qLgtpCiR00/s400/meschool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469070783108110834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;girl scouts? wait...no...I was never in girl scouts. Oh, that's right! It's the first day of school and my mom dressed me to match the couch. 'Preciate that Mom:) I'm just wondering at what point you decided to tie a ribbon around my neck. As if the socks weren't enough you were like "hey, I know what would make this outfit even more awesome...a bow...tied around her neck!&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://morgancollins.blogsome.com/category/family/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom, thanks for all you do, and to everyone, enjoy your mother's day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-3785707382352319686?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3785707382352319686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-all-moms-fault-and-we-love-her-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3785707382352319686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3785707382352319686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-all-moms-fault-and-we-love-her-for.html' title='It&apos;s all Mom&apos;s fault--and we love her for it.'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S-YVU0j85aI/AAAAAAAAAic/ryPg_Rx4oLg/s72-c/josettewtc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-3687783522493954576</id><published>2010-05-05T19:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:51:38.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pastels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dress Up Clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy&apos;s suits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Belly Suit'/><title type='text'>Bahamanian Bell Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7vlf-Gqs7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/yR_F_bNI7IM/s1600/bahamianbellboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7vlf-Gqs7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/yR_F_bNI7IM/s400/bahamianbellboy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457207710899155890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I'm not really sure why they decided to dress me up like a Bahamanian bellboy, but apparently this is my easter outfit, a great look for me&lt;/i&gt;." (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/gtn80/406244672/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a fan of the concept here--instead of the belly shirt, the belly suit. Always cute with mint green and orthopedic socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And clearly, this family loved their suits--here's another. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7vlYu-UqmI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NOBLa-6D7uE/s1600/MeInSuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7vlYu-UqmI/AAAAAAAAAeE/NOBLa-6D7uE/s400/MeInSuit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457207586578541154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Me in Suit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So with this outfit it is apparent that my parents thought I should be a CPA or some sort of banker. Wow that's a horrible haircut.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/gtn80/406244629/in/set-72157594562777320/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex P. Keaton, with irregular bangs, and a god-awful fireplace, clearly the preferred backdrop for all special family photos. Was this one induction day for the Young Republican's Club?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-3687783522493954576?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3687783522493954576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/bahamanian-bell-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3687783522493954576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3687783522493954576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/bahamanian-bell-boy.html' title='Bahamanian Bell Boy'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7vlf-Gqs7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/yR_F_bNI7IM/s72-c/bahamianbellboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6050564513718379642</id><published>2010-05-04T22:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:30:10.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polyester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shag Carpeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matching outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Trays'/><title type='text'>Me and Mini Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8dy14jy6FI/AAAAAAAAAgE/cyD3R2iBncw/s1600/meandminime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8dy14jy6FI/AAAAAAAAAgE/cyD3R2iBncw/s400/meandminime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460459343251171410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Sometimes I really wonder what my mother was thinking when she dressed my sister and me...&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/freesia1/50995707/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what occasion would outfits such as these be worn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering if the way to tell the younger child is the short pants-pigtails versus the "big girl" outfit--long pants and hair down. Very grown-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite? TV trays. Nice. (Do those balance well on shag?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6050564513718379642?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6050564513718379642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-and-mini-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6050564513718379642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6050564513718379642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-and-mini-me.html' title='Me and Mini Me'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8dy14jy6FI/AAAAAAAAAgE/cyD3R2iBncw/s72-c/meandminime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-8061649815608088736</id><published>2010-05-03T17:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:48:34.933-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toughskins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweater vest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First day of school'/><title type='text'>Toughskin Cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8-n8_C15iI/AAAAAAAAAhc/99GTsXWafm4/s1600/3414217958_c79c7210c9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8-n8_C15iI/AAAAAAAAAhc/99GTsXWafm4/s400/3414217958_c79c7210c9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462769539181045282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;i&gt;First Day of School-September 1973. Me in that Vintage 70s' attire.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All spiffed out in hip burgundy vest, short sleeve dress shirt and cranberry red toughskins. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christ, was what my mom thinking.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/23667115@N06/3414217958/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me share something crazy with you--&lt;a href="http://www.sears.com:80/shc/s/search_10153_12605?x=0&amp;amp;y=0&amp;amp;keyword=Toughskins"&gt;Sears STILL makes Toughskins&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They do not, however, make anything like the hideous crocheted vest this poor boy was saddled with. Did that belong to his older sister? It really undermines the idea that anything else he is wearing could ever be considered "Tough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Need a &lt;a href="http://www.searsarchives.com/brands/toughskins.htm"&gt;Toughskin education&lt;/a&gt;? Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2ci2ev8FZY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2ci2ev8FZY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-8061649815608088736?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8061649815608088736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/toughskin-cutie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8061649815608088736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8061649815608088736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/05/toughskin-cutie.html' title='Toughskin Cutie'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8-n8_C15iI/AAAAAAAAAhc/99GTsXWafm4/s72-c/3414217958_c79c7210c9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-2531462259434467045</id><published>2010-04-30T21:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:32:23.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plaid pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family vacation'/><title type='text'>Where is Chevy Chase in this photo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S9jtDku-_HI/AAAAAAAAAiE/XNk7-rGrC5g/s1600/250799637_9bba393a5f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S9jtDku-_HI/AAAAAAAAAiE/XNk7-rGrC5g/s400/250799637_9bba393a5f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465378793470229618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Ready for adventure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our blue Ford station wagon was packed, complete with the home made car top carrier, ready for our trip out west. My mom liked to dress us in matching bright clothes on trips so we wouldn't get lost.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rebeccalucile/250799637/in/set-72157594296762445/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo is almost too sweet to be snarky about. But still...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family sojourn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready for adventure, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;matching outfit joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sturdy place to stow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that you will surely need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plaid guarded on roof&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Papa's hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Mom's scarf around her neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red plaid pants? Awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a holiday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no Chevy Chase with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Christie B. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-2531462259434467045?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2531462259434467045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/ready-for-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2531462259434467045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2531462259434467045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/ready-for-adventure.html' title='Where is Chevy Chase in this photo?'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S9jtDku-_HI/AAAAAAAAAiE/XNk7-rGrC5g/s72-c/250799637_9bba393a5f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-5750848850651411133</id><published>2010-04-28T21:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:08:58.694-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cowboy Shirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cowboy Hats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theme photos'/><title type='text'>Yee Haw, Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S9jjDyTvYRI/AAAAAAAAAh8/_pTmAzd3XQo/s1600/yeehaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S9jjDyTvYRI/AAAAAAAAAh8/_pTmAzd3XQo/s400/yeehaw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465367801997779218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Cowboy up ya'll...This is around 4th or 5th grade 1980 or 1981. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The school had a western theme for photos, and everyone had to have this set, complete with the hat and thing around the neck. My mom got wind of this and behold the shirt. Unbelievable.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/camnlo/237693622/in/pool-oldskoolfriday"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You Ride 'Em Cowboy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casio watch on your arm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Digital is Cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where were you in school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either South in Bush country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or on Broadway, Star!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rodeo clothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love your neckerchief, boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feather in your cap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-5750848850651411133?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5750848850651411133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/yee-haw-yall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/5750848850651411133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/5750848850651411133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/yee-haw-yall.html' title='Yee Haw, Y&apos;all'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S9jjDyTvYRI/AAAAAAAAAh8/_pTmAzd3XQo/s72-c/yeehaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-9203246914249852454</id><published>2010-04-26T20:08:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:28:17.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pastels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donna Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Skirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things My Mother Made'/><title type='text'>Pastel Prostitutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8fUfKthndI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6CG00KZqPrM/s1600/2302103976_131bd0939b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8fUfKthndI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6CG00KZqPrM/s400/2302103976_131bd0939b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460566705126350290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;This is why i blame my mother for all my problems. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Easter Sunday, 1973. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still have arguments with her over the way she dressed us. seriously, look at these skirts. what the hell was she thinking?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;To this day all i have to say to her, when discussing why I had no friends when I was younger is: YOU MADE ME WEAR A DRESS WITH A CLOCK ON IT!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I have to go find a picture of that dress. But for now, gaze on the ridiculousness of these easter outfits. Was she training us to be a weird posse of pastel hookers?&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/asv/2302103976/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastel Hookers? All I can think of is my girl Donna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toot toot, ahhhh, beep beep. (insert whistle here.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toot toot, ahhhh, beep beep. (insert whistle again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad girls. Talking 'bout the sad girls, yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See them out on Easter day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sportin' all kinds of fashion, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that they mama made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ask yourself-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who they are??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like anybody else, they wanna be a star. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they never will be in these damn ugly outfits their Mom made for them because they are so hideous and awful and way too short and they make their legs look even skinnier and how is that possible? (Okay, off song there. Sorry.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I desperately want to sing now, just to horrify you, but my husband doesn't think I should be singing Donna Summer. Hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must also confess that my friends and I, despite being only 8 when this song came out, had whole dance routines made up to accompany it. And those said routines included our own rendition of a prostitution stance. Shaking our hips against a lamp post-scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None, however, equaled this rendition with Donna--and Twiggy! I know--Twiggy? You will soon see, however, the absolute power of the rockin' spandex jumpsuit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZ_KbwEVBjU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZ_KbwEVBjU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-9203246914249852454?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/9203246914249852454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/pastel-prostitutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/9203246914249852454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/9203246914249852454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/pastel-prostitutes.html' title='Pastel Prostitutes'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8fUfKthndI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6CG00KZqPrM/s72-c/2302103976_131bd0939b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-7822236592708838951</id><published>2010-04-22T20:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:51:00.083-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruffles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family portraits'/><title type='text'>Tacky in the 80s</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8-ngKy6ChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zlavfqysGJ0/s1600/pinkruffles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8-ngKy6ChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zlavfqysGJ0/s400/pinkruffles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462769044119226898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Tacky in the 80s. &lt;div&gt;What was my mom thinking dressing me in pink ruffles?" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/37066186@N00/46907508/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that all she has to say about this? REALLY?? If I didn't have a cold, I would be doing a recitation or ditty FOR SURE. Instead, a bit of poetry: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freaked out baby, lying there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting to become aware. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Will I grow to be like them?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Crap-this photo is a gem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad in t-shirt, Mom in shock,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never expecting such a flock.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All sitting low against the "sky"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids? As teenagers, they'd rather die! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl in ruffles, tongue is out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bit of chaos there's no doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing teeth and funky clothes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much here I could expose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whitest family I've ever seen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now they grace my little screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-7822236592708838951?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7822236592708838951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/tacky-in-80s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/7822236592708838951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/7822236592708838951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/tacky-in-80s.html' title='Tacky in the 80s'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8-ngKy6ChI/AAAAAAAAAhU/zlavfqysGJ0/s72-c/pinkruffles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-2557112281870560600</id><published>2010-04-21T20:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:10:05.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1970s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scarface'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things My Mother Made'/><title type='text'>Scarface</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today's post is in honor of my son and the way his face looked yesterday before the dentist took care of, um, DRAINAGE. Ahhh, swelling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5HEsStQTcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Aq20dwaOCps/s1600-h/scarface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5HEsStQTcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Aq20dwaOCps/s400/scarface.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445349689682578882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;my sister's pigtails kill me, as does her awesome brown dress that I'm pretty sure my mom made for her. My face was all banged up from a crazy ride on a swingset and a subsequent trip to the emergency room complete with stitches.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/tkblaich/139959694/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does this technically qualify as a My Parents Made Me Moment? I'm not sure, but one thing I am sure of: Only a parent immortalizes their child at a time like this. (Remember those broken nose polaroids from 6th grade Mom?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the ball point pen 1977 in the corner, and the painted brown brick fireplace which matches the homemade dress so nicely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, everything about this photo say something askew. Messy hair, Scarface, Green carpeting, Brown recliner. My only regret--not being able to read the book titles on the shelf...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-2557112281870560600?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2557112281870560600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/scarface.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2557112281870560600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2557112281870560600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/scarface.html' title='Scarface'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5HEsStQTcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Aq20dwaOCps/s72-c/scarface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-3245576776905646901</id><published>2010-04-19T20:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:30:43.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaid jacket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh God That Shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plaid pants'/><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43duz1-sBI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IQA7VXxa-1A/s1600-h/2211542693_7c94f3cf25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43duz1-sBI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IQA7VXxa-1A/s400/2211542693_7c94f3cf25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444251320821133330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;So there I am, and there i was in 1975. A styling young filipino kid with freakin blonde hair. At some point, my hair went from black to blonde! But more disturbing than being a half asian kid with blonde hair is the corduroy outfit my parents dressed me in for this portrait. I mean, really...Plaid collars, cuffs, and pants? Plaid? Really?&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/justageek/2211542693/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh yeah--he has more to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8zySUa9h0I/AAAAAAAAAhE/33YJQjJ2Vgk/s1600/2228895284_9ddd14181a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8zySUa9h0I/AAAAAAAAAhE/33YJQjJ2Vgk/s400/2228895284_9ddd14181a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462006844626929474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Horrified. That is my reaction to seeing this picture again, after all these years. Horrified.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;There I was in 1981, still a good lookin' kid, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;...And on picture day, this is how they dressed me. Blue V-neck sweater vest and that shirt. Oh GOD that shirt!&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/justageek/2228895284/in/set-72157603607434672/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my sphincter, I can feel the sound of that old timey photo album paper, lifting noisily from the stick 'em pages of cherished family memories. Crinkle. Crinkle. Crinkle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-3245576776905646901?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3245576776905646901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/then-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3245576776905646901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3245576776905646901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43duz1-sBI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IQA7VXxa-1A/s72-c/2211542693_7c94f3cf25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-821320883359504945</id><published>2010-04-18T08:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:47:32.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bows Bows Bows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bow Ties on girls'/><title type='text'>Fashion Crimes of the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7vj6q6seFI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lNVQEgKdOWc/s1600/cuteasabutton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7vj6q6seFI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lNVQEgKdOWc/s400/cuteasabutton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457205970581878866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Fashion Crimes of the Past.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I wasn't cute as a button I might take more offense at this dress my mother made me wear for my third grade picture.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/23317311@N00/1469097820/in/set-72157602843291771/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute as a button, yes you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this photo? It's bizarre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearts and bowties, Fireworks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope your parents weren't jerks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your look to me says 80s librarian, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or perhaps your parents were Bulgarian?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the background I find so mysterious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you choose it? Were you serious? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and Mom, a clash of wills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You crave flash but Mom wants frills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end comes here in your school snapshot, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This round won by mom--Oh Rot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-821320883359504945?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/821320883359504945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/fashion-crimes-of-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/821320883359504945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/821320883359504945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/fashion-crimes-of-past.html' title='Fashion Crimes of the Past'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7vj6q6seFI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lNVQEgKdOWc/s72-c/cuteasabutton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-1499618672758940435</id><published>2010-04-16T14:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:15:03.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short shorts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I had to wear girl&apos;s clothes'/><title type='text'>Tres Chic</title><content type='html'>At first glance, this looks like a typical family vacation photo--a woman and her son and daughter, enjoying their summer holiday. But wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8d9VfOisGI/AAAAAAAAAgM/C5l8V1dtHl8/s1600/pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460470881323233378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8d9VfOisGI/AAAAAAAAAgM/C5l8V1dtHl8/s400/pants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;What was my mother thinking? The stuff I had to endure because of those pants. She used to have me wear them for school, because she thought the grey ones were boring...and she was right. They were. But as a boy, you don't really want exciting pants. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our R------ was funny. When having a photo taken, he would say "Act natural, act natural" and then stand with his arms out like a plane.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/borolad259/3658889185/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a travel ad to try to get German families to visit France? Families that dressed their poor sons in pink short shorts?&lt;br /&gt;Colette's note: Everything has been emasculated in this photo. The Eiffel Tower and this little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both agree, however, that Mom looks awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-1499618672758940435?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1499618672758940435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/tres-chic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1499618672758940435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1499618672758940435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/tres-chic.html' title='Tres Chic'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8d9VfOisGI/AAAAAAAAAgM/C5l8V1dtHl8/s72-c/pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-8229431138790046410</id><published>2010-04-15T14:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:09:01.907-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polygamist Couture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The New Seekers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suspenders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free to be You and Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura Ingalls Wilder'/><title type='text'>Polygamist Couture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8dnXlf0DiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5zh9trt1LRE/s1600/utah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8dnXlf0DiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5zh9trt1LRE/s400/utah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460446728110214690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Apparently, Mom might have been from Utah. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I watch a lot of "Big Love" and in diggin around for a picture...I came across this old Chritsmas photo...(78 or 79 I think).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is God's name was my mother thinking? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little nerds on the prairie. Since when did my mother have a Laura Wilder fetish? We look cut right from the cast of Big Love. P---- looks ready to be married of to the prophet, and jesus, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;K---- looks like Mork. I'm not even going to start on my short bus sense of style. And people wonder why I got beat up all the time in grade school.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is just so wrong. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of course, kids today dress like Britney after a cocaine bender so maybe polygamist couture isn't all that bad.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/themightyjimbo/1117790191/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in awe of this guy. Not just the photo but the wit to match. Well-played Mr. Polygamist Couture. Well-played. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing to mention. Super Person? Super person? SUPER PERSON?? Is that some kind of clothing tie-in to the &lt;a href="http://www.freetobefoundation.org/"&gt;Free To Be You and Me&lt;/a&gt; album? Because if it were, I believe my mother would have purchased such an item for me. You know, being that she was all women's lib and all that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's have a listen and reflect on just---being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8mU8gDKN5sE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8mU8gDKN5sE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-8229431138790046410?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8229431138790046410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/polygamist-couture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8229431138790046410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8229431138790046410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/polygamist-couture.html' title='Polygamist Couture'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8dnXlf0DiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5zh9trt1LRE/s72-c/utah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-1066823802177821269</id><published>2010-04-13T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:18:04.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bright Colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shirt and Pants sets'/><title type='text'>Good Day Sunshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8OO39q_3pI/AAAAAAAAAfc/weRziw2Dg9U/s1600/pullyandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8OO39q_3pI/AAAAAAAAAfc/weRziw2Dg9U/s400/pullyandme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459364265402031762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Pully and Me. 1976. Playing down at the corner. I'm about 7. Ok, I have to say what was my mom thinking when she bought this outfit???" &lt;/i&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8430189@N06/1251623043/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was Pully a dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who performed in the circus? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or was that just you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A shirt or jacket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard to tell what this one is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plaid is always best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna be a bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bright, bright, bright, sunshiny day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least on your legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-1066823802177821269?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1066823802177821269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-day-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1066823802177821269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1066823802177821269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-day-sunshine.html' title='Good Day Sunshine!'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8OO39q_3pI/AAAAAAAAAfc/weRziw2Dg9U/s72-c/pullyandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-3963922202212027811</id><published>2010-04-12T18:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:17:40.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Howdy Doody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cowboy Shirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love your red hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freckles'/><title type='text'>It's Howdy Doody Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8OlkUOa2OI/AAAAAAAAAfk/yZpwvfRbYD8/s1600/25084_1263750590139_1120956519_30612032_2581054_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8OlkUOa2OI/AAAAAAAAAfk/yZpwvfRbYD8/s400/25084_1263750590139_1120956519_30612032_2581054_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459389216626235618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;It's Howdy Doody Time!&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http//www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30612032&amp;amp;o=all&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=323755072543&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;id=1120956519&amp;amp;oid=323755072543"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honey, you really shouldn't be so hard on yourself. I'm sure there is NO resemblance whatsoever. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8Omko2bSFI/AAAAAAAAAfs/5C1SMD-oVT4/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8Omko2bSFI/AAAAAAAAAfs/5C1SMD-oVT4/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459390321674373202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, um, Never Mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the very least, here's a song for you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.shopessentials.net/eshop/myparents/howdydoody.aif" controls="playbutton" autostart="false" width="25" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;b&gt;Click to Listen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-3963922202212027811?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3963922202212027811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-howdy-doody-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3963922202212027811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3963922202212027811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-howdy-doody-time.html' title='It&apos;s Howdy Doody Time'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8OlkUOa2OI/AAAAAAAAAfk/yZpwvfRbYD8/s72-c/25084_1263750590139_1120956519_30612032_2581054_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6689263962696834998</id><published>2010-04-10T19:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T19:13:37.402-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanny Packs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainbow colors'/><title type='text'>Across the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8EEHl0uraI/AAAAAAAAAfE/7CYW9nZnvyM/s1600/rainbowbrite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8EEHl0uraI/AAAAAAAAAfE/7CYW9nZnvyM/s400/rainbowbrite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458648751808621986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The Family before summer vacation 1993.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's one fine fanny pack...and outfit. What was my mom thinking?&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/energy-inthe-imagery/3403055714/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know exactly what mom was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8EFo1kQU8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/CNANcLVMcHE/s1600/Rainbow-Brite_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8EFo1kQU8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/CNANcLVMcHE/s400/Rainbow-Brite_1024_768.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458650422481802178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who doesn't love them a little Rainbow Brite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6689263962696834998?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6689263962696834998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/across-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6689263962696834998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6689263962696834998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/across-rainbow.html' title='Across the rainbow'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S8EEHl0uraI/AAAAAAAAAfE/7CYW9nZnvyM/s72-c/rainbowbrite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-288394544843776588</id><published>2010-04-09T14:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:59:46.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad perm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad haircuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things My Mother Made'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary-I hate Mom's hair salon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7vqJEdxP5I/AAAAAAAAAes/CwYt5wvSpAM/s1600/210469828_9297d20252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7vqJEdxP5I/AAAAAAAAAes/CwYt5wvSpAM/s400/210469828_9297d20252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457212815027814290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;2nd grade. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My mom made me this dress, and gave me this perm.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/lesterhead/210469828/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7vp_orvtkI/AAAAAAAAAek/vrsqzGGsYmQ/s1600/210469862_74e0fa3129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7vp_orvtkI/AAAAAAAAAek/vrsqzGGsYmQ/s400/210469862_74e0fa3129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457212652951418434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;3rd grade. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was so pissed at my mom for making me get this short haircut.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/lesterhead/210469862/in/set-72157594229785445/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.shopessentials.net/eshop/myparents/DearDiary.aif" controls="playbutton" autostart="false" height="25" width="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;b&gt;Click to Listen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG-I HATE HER! I can't believe Mom made me get my hair cut so short. I had my school picture outfit all planned. That cute pink vest that Stephanie has too, and those jeans with zippers at the ankles that kind of look like they're Guess jeans, if you don't look at the back pocket too much. I was going to wear the barrettes I made with the braided ribbon that hangs down and has beads at the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Mom RUINED it, like she ruins everything, because she made me get my hair cut like a boy. Also, she specially told Mrs. Ricca that I &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to wear my glasses for my school picture. She wouldn't let me get those glasses tinted, even though I told her that Janine Trufilio has hers tinted. AND she wouldn't let me get Ray Ban sunglasses which I totally needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year for school pictures, she made me wear that ugly dress she sewed, and when I was on the swings at recess, Jeremy Caruthers said he could see my underwear because the stupid fabric was so thin. (At least they were my good underwear that say the days of the week on the back.) The only thing I liked about that dress were the little butterfly buttons. And she gave me that stupid perm. It's like she wants me to be ugly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I am wearing whatever I want--and I am so taking my glasses off for recess. Ok, Gotta Go! Have to call Stef and of course, SHE won't let me have a phone in my room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luv ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-288394544843776588?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/288394544843776588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-diary-i-hate-moms-hair-salon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/288394544843776588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/288394544843776588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-diary-i-hate-moms-hair-salon.html' title='Dear Diary-I hate Mom&apos;s hair salon!'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7vqJEdxP5I/AAAAAAAAAes/CwYt5wvSpAM/s72-c/210469828_9297d20252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-8483133422602089215</id><published>2010-04-08T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:03:21.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin Powers'/><title type='text'>Austin Powers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7K1kp1NkeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/UxFNS5QQtAc/s1600/880677me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454621740008051170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7K1kp1NkeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/UxFNS5QQtAc/s400/880677me2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Why did my parents dress me like m&amp;amp;^$*^%%* Austin Powers? Why did they hate me so?&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http//badnewshughes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_badnewshughes_archive.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that SHAG carpeting he's leaning on? Yeah, baby, Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-8483133422602089215?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8483133422602089215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/austin-powers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8483133422602089215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8483133422602089215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/austin-powers.html' title='Austin Powers'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7K1kp1NkeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/UxFNS5QQtAc/s72-c/880677me2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-9191446736894424091</id><published>2010-04-06T16:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:31:19.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pockets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singin&apos; The Blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly Pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slicked Down Hair'/><title type='text'>Playin' The Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7uWIo0UvYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/IkgvJ_5n52o/s1600/190893153_aaed8cf49d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7uWIo0UvYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/IkgvJ_5n52o/s400/190893153_aaed8cf49d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457120448629489026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Gotta Love Those Pants!&lt;div&gt;Moooom!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had a weird sense of fashion to dress me up man. Embarrassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was playing my harmonica." (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/gubatron/190893153/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.shopessentials.net/eshop/myparents/SinginBlues.aif" controls="playbutton" autostart="false" height="25" width="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;b&gt;Click to Listen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More like rockin' that harmonica, Blues Man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little somethin' like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got pockets on my pants, now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think they're Acid Wash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair is all slicked down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Mom thought she dressed  me POSH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't got no chest hair, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my low-cut shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've got snaps on my pants for you girl, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I might just be a flirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got my big 'old 18-wheeler, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the shelf behind my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am done here playin', &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna roll on off to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna wake tomorrow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Mom's outfit I do dread. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-9191446736894424091?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/9191446736894424091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/playin-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/9191446736894424091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/9191446736894424091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/playin-blues.html' title='Playin&apos; The Blues'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7uWIo0UvYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/IkgvJ_5n52o/s72-c/190893153_aaed8cf49d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6211184611136555455</id><published>2010-04-05T16:07:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:54:15.154-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Grandparents made me wear this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shorts Sets'/><title type='text'>Gramma's House Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5HDSklcwKI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EaboT1ssWxI/s1600-h/grandmaandgrandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5HDSklcwKI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EaboT1ssWxI/s400/grandmaandgrandpa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445348148293451938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Socks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love everything about this photo. Of course, my brother's clothing is the best part, but you've got the elusive Grampa O, Gramma in her trademark house dress, me in a coordinated Gramma-bought-this-outfit-for-me-from-Kmart ensemble, the date in the corner, the house number, the clay 'Ortons' plaque that Paul made for my grandparents at camp, the Dopey statue.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/elneenya/291581222/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.shopessentials.net/eshop/myparents/House_Dress.aif" controls="playbutton" autostart="false" height="25" width="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;b&gt;Click to Listen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your pinky K-Mart special, and your Lacy Socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haircut dated, shorts ill-fitting and still, this photo ROCKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gramma in her House Dress, resplendent in 80s print&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother Runner, in his shorts, surely dressed to Sprint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If his thighs do rub together, I think it will be painful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll glance over, snicker some, and give a look disdainful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grampa O, Elusive--at least that's what you say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My suspicion? The 8th Dwarf, if Dopey had his way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps faux brick does hide Snow White, behind your Gramma's dress, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your pink, I see at least, &lt;i&gt;you're&lt;/i&gt; a Damsel in Distress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6211184611136555455?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6211184611136555455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/grammas-house-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6211184611136555455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6211184611136555455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/grammas-house-dress.html' title='Gramma&apos;s House Dress'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5HDSklcwKI/AAAAAAAAAZE/EaboT1ssWxI/s72-c/grandmaandgrandpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-5550538296847414800</id><published>2010-04-02T20:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T20:47:51.083-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donny and Marie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter Bonnet'/><title type='text'>In Her Easter Bonnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One last goodie before a break for the Easter weekend. (Back next week to make good on promises of new and improved posts to come!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7aNjFHihCI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HIzLmXtSC70/s1600/easterbonnet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7aNjFHihCI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HIzLmXtSC70/s400/easterbonnet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455703632414671906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;C____ and Barbie. Easter, 1962. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I remember this day vividly. I was 6, and I hated everything about my Easter outfit! Hated the flat, straw hat (which I hate even more now after seeing how it cast ungodly shadows all over my face!), hated the dress, which was too tight for my...little body, and hated wearing socks. I loved my Barbie, though!&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/celticsong22/3621368058/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it okay to say the shadows are "ungodly" when you're talking about an Easter outfit? Just asking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, too, loved my Barbies--always provided by my best gay uncle since they were not something that was going to be purchased by my 1970s parents. My favorite, which I begged him for, was the hair change Barbie--half-blonde/half-brunette. Perhaps the Barbie folks were just really progressive and making the first mainstream multi-racial doll? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also loved self-tanning Barbie--set her on a windowsill and all she was missing was that aluminum foil reflector and some baby oil to make sure she caught some rays. Too bad a friend and I went through a stage in 7th grade when we decided to make them all punk. Tattoos in Sharpie Marker, nose rings, and monstrous things done to my collection of Donny and Marie dolls. Poor Donny... Let's just say, it wasn't pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-5550538296847414800?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5550538296847414800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-her-easter-bonnet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/5550538296847414800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/5550538296847414800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-her-easter-bonnet.html' title='In Her Easter Bonnet'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7aNjFHihCI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HIzLmXtSC70/s72-c/easterbonnet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-8395814999112927802</id><published>2010-03-31T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:39:12.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My tablecloth shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly Fabric'/><title type='text'>A shirt for a picnic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S61TxTDv3zI/AAAAAAAAAc0/HVEBE5NnGqA/s1600/tablecloth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S61TxTDv3zI/AAAAAAAAAc0/HVEBE5NnGqA/s400/tablecloth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453106830210228018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;What am I wearing? No. Really. What in the HELL and I wearing? I'll tell you what I'm wearing. A tablecloth. That's what I'm wearing. Know how I know? Because my mother made me this shirt. And she made a tablecloth OUT OF THE SAME MATERIAL. I &amp;amp;%$^ you not. Look at my dad. He's all 'Yeah, I have NO idea who the redheaded ruffian is. Where's my beer?&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/erindailey/86612164/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo too small and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clearly meant for a wallet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in Dad's back pocket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red head and beer gut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horizontal stripes-oh my!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blue Blocker glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clinging to Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saying save me from sewing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom has a hobby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tablecloth clothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mistake in the making&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resourceful at best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-8395814999112927802?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8395814999112927802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/shirt-for-picnic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8395814999112927802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8395814999112927802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/shirt-for-picnic.html' title='A shirt for a picnic?'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S61TxTDv3zI/AAAAAAAAAc0/HVEBE5NnGqA/s72-c/tablecloth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-657461277075113863</id><published>2010-03-30T22:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:25:31.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes coming soon...</title><content type='html'>Okay folks, coming soon to &lt;a href="http://http://www.myparentsmademewearthis.com"&gt;myparentsmademewearthis&lt;/a&gt;, some big changes. Or should I say-additions. &lt;div&gt;Wait for surprises, as soon as I get my technology straight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you say My Parents Made Me Wear This--the spoken word edition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-657461277075113863?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/657461277075113863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/changes-coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/657461277075113863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/657461277075113863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/changes-coming-soon.html' title='Changes coming soon...'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-1504268638252618804</id><published>2010-03-30T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:10:33.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dress Up Clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Formal wear'/><title type='text'>There she is, Miss America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7Krmfaz4TI/AAAAAAAAAdU/DkX3S2I8yBA/s1600/scan0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7Krmfaz4TI/AAAAAAAAAdU/DkX3S2I8yBA/s400/scan0018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454610776456421682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;See what my parents made me wear?&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1puQ6eq6PWTTp9WjXxBPiA"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl in a corner, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one puts baby there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dress to the floor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some crazy ass hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink and a palm frond, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just right for debut, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm thinking Bat Mitzvah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is what's happening to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In that chair do they carry you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above the crowd?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing hava nagila in voices quite loud? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banquet hall memories from all of our pasts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dress and that hairspray, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a photo that lasts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-1504268638252618804?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1504268638252618804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-she-is-miss-america.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1504268638252618804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1504268638252618804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-she-is-miss-america.html' title='There she is, Miss America'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S7Krmfaz4TI/AAAAAAAAAdU/DkX3S2I8yBA/s72-c/scan0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-598104464853317167</id><published>2010-03-28T17:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:11:19.774-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jumpsuit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hammertime'/><title type='text'>It's Hammertime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6_NA2n7_SI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IrVP_sFampw/s1600/hammertime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6_NA2n7_SI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IrVP_sFampw/s400/hammertime.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453803088315677986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I think I was about 9 here. My grandmother graced me with this horrific outfit which is actually all one piece! Ack! it's a floral jumpsuit with tapered (MC-Hammer-esque) legs and an attached vest! It's a trifecta of fugly! My neighbors are only posing next to me because they are so hypnotized by it.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/23317311@N00/1469235268/in/set-72157602843291771/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't touch this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fresh new kicks and pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You got it like that now you know you wanna dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So move out of your seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And get a grandma outfit and catch this beat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold on a mission-a fashion attack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let em know that I'm too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my jazz shoes that u can't touch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U can't touch this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look man u can't touch this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll probably get hyped boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you know your grandma's just not fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ring the bell school's back in break it down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hammer time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time you see me, that outfit's just so ripe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm dope on the floor but these pants suck on my bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now why would I ever start wearing this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with others makin' outfits that just aren't s---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neighbors incognito, embarrassed to be seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor little me, I had to wear, Grandma's outfit just so mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Hammer go Hammer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mc hammer white girl hammer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the rest can go and play &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-598104464853317167?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/598104464853317167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-hammertime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/598104464853317167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/598104464853317167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-hammertime.html' title='It&apos;s Hammertime!'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6_NA2n7_SI/AAAAAAAAAdM/IrVP_sFampw/s72-c/hammertime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6485271745844041881</id><published>2010-03-27T18:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:17:55.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ziggy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polyester'/><title type='text'>I love Ziggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6rODsMn4lI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WJFay6SwGYs/s1600/515376174_44c5bce4d8.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6rODsMn4lI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WJFay6SwGYs/s400/515376174_44c5bce4d8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452396861684441682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Me thru the years (and what years they were - ugh!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the main reason I have a polyester phobia even today. Now I'm a strictly 100%  cotton, machine wash, tumble dry kind of guy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(note to mothers - this is what happens when you think you're buying stylish clothes for your children.)&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/zizzy/515376174/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Mom did this just so we could have this AMAZING photo montage. Ziggy, through the years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He actually reminds me of my 11th grade Social Studies teacher, also named Ziggy--I know, can you imagine that there are so many of them? One Halloween, he taught the entire class with his zipper down and the ends of his button down shirt sticking through the fly. I have to admit that we were not above calling it "Ziggy's Halloweenie". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom says I should say he didn't do it on purpose because I am making him sound like a freaky perv--her word choices. He was really a nice guy and after I graduated, he and I had lovely conversations about history. See? I'm not all snarky and mean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6485271745844041881?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6485271745844041881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-ziggy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6485271745844041881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6485271745844041881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-ziggy.html' title='I love Ziggy'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6rODsMn4lI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WJFay6SwGYs/s72-c/515376174_44c5bce4d8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-5093262218008070334</id><published>2010-03-26T20:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:58:45.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye Patch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First day of school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair Rollers'/><title type='text'>No eye patch...the first day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S61VP7m_E7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/MC1ZaNRLJhE/s1600/2709373156_807ba1e3b9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S61VP7m_E7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/MC1ZaNRLJhE/s400/2709373156_807ba1e3b9_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453108456003146674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;first day of school 1981.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm pretty sure my mom made me sleep in rollers the night before school. I didn't ahve to wear my eye patch...the first day&lt;/i&gt;." (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/74245550@N00/2709373156/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palm fronds and macrame set the tone nicely here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in my mind, that sunset photo behind her is complete with the words to that poem about two sets of footprints on the sand, except for when God supposedly shleps the guy on his back because of his troubles. Why do I even KNOW that fine bit of writing??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-5093262218008070334?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5093262218008070334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-eye-patch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/5093262218008070334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/5093262218008070334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-eye-patch.html' title='No eye patch...the first day'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S61VP7m_E7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/MC1ZaNRLJhE/s72-c/2709373156_807ba1e3b9_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6520551258677862460</id><published>2010-03-26T20:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:34:58.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cabbage Patch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bershon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hat'/><title type='text'>Vietnam, Cabbage Patch Kid, and Bershon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S61POQmaKJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/DV_L3yNiJjo/s1600/cabbagepatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S61POQmaKJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/DV_L3yNiJjo/s400/cabbagepatch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453101830208366738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;My dad made me wear this hat. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Early bershon with fake Cabbage Patch Kid. About 8 here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanted a &amp;amp;$^#@% BOY Cabbage Patch kid (which my mom told the lady who made it) and then my mom came home with this stupid girl). I think the first thing I said was 'eh, whatever. WHERE IS MY BOY!?!&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/prettycrabby/62831565/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vietnam and rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the field with your big hat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is all I think of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fake Cabbage Patch Doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh where is your boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homemade makes it worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did your parents not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;show their love and wait on line?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riots at toy stores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bershon is perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to describe your discontent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did it just get worse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6520551258677862460?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6520551258677862460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/vietnam-cabbage-patch-kid-and-bershon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6520551258677862460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6520551258677862460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/vietnam-cabbage-patch-kid-and-bershon.html' title='Vietnam, Cabbage Patch Kid, and Bershon'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S61POQmaKJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/DV_L3yNiJjo/s72-c/cabbagepatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-4982309969861483806</id><published>2010-03-25T22:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:56:29.261-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matching outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faux denim'/><title type='text'>Faux denim because, you know, the real stuff is so hard to come by</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6we_wonswI/AAAAAAAAAcc/hZIrMMm1WC0/s1600/jumper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6we_wonswI/AAAAAAAAAcc/hZIrMMm1WC0/s400/jumper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452767329574695682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;1976-Kindergarten&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My mom made this jumper. We had matching outfits.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/doctor_zizmor/480778175/in/set-72157600166519592/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama was a seamstress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least she thought it so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why she used faux denim? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can never know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pattern meant for jumpsuits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or matching set of pants and coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect with your cowboy boots, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your outfit gets my vote. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-4982309969861483806?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4982309969861483806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/1976-kindergarten-my-mom-made-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/4982309969861483806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/4982309969861483806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/1976-kindergarten-my-mom-made-this.html' title='Faux denim because, you know, the real stuff is so hard to come by'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6we_wonswI/AAAAAAAAAcc/hZIrMMm1WC0/s72-c/jumper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-2459467245074696173</id><published>2010-03-24T17:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:16:44.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polka Dots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overalls'/><title type='text'>Clown Car Campout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6l_ormWVLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/SkNGMyJq-rM/s1600-h/campout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6l_ormWVLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/SkNGMyJq-rM/s400/campout.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452029160783762610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;My sister and I tenting of sorts in the backyard. I did sleep in this thing growing up and remember the bath of anti-itch creme from the onslaught of mosquito bites when I slept...I have nothing to say for the polka dot overalls. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;my parents apparently thought polka dots were uber hip. I think even my sister is laughing. oh well. it captures an amazing moment in time.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/christopher7/2594106916/in/pool-vintagekids"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many polka-dotted children can fit in a backyard lean-to? As many as in a clown car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only he and his sister had a Shriner's Car to go with his outfit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a fez would be fetching. But then, a fez looks good with anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-2459467245074696173?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2459467245074696173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/clown-car-campout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2459467245074696173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2459467245074696173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/clown-car-campout.html' title='Clown Car Campout'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6l_ormWVLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/SkNGMyJq-rM/s72-c/campout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6134719779591307778</id><published>2010-03-23T16:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:47:20.738-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponchos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plaid pants'/><title type='text'>All the Ladies, Independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6knaW6GOBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/hAfDylFhmLw/s1600-h/ponchos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6knaW6GOBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/hAfDylFhmLw/s400/ponchos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451932157688035346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;My sisters and I on a spring day. I have been told by more than one person that this best represents my relationship to my family. I am the dark haired one. I am sure I threw a fit because I didn't want to be dressed like my sisters. I hated when we were dressed alike. I gotta be me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;tenuous link-hat.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/msspider66/3160909313/in/pool-vintagekids"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How bad-ass is she? With her hand-knit Rastafarian hat, and Weather Tamer windbreaker, taking center stage in the sea of Crocheted patriotism that is her sisters' red, white and blue ponchos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't make this sister try to blend in--she'll come out swingin' with that big broom behind her. More power to you, my friend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6134719779591307778?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6134719779591307778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-ladies-independent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6134719779591307778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6134719779591307778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-ladies-independent.html' title='All the Ladies, Independent'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6knaW6GOBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/hAfDylFhmLw/s72-c/ponchos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-2338123128773770300</id><published>2010-03-22T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:32:08.975-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terry Cloth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playsuit'/><title type='text'>Anything worn at this age is always something your parents made you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6gLmKsMgxI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6c2sQFjZ-MI/s1600-h/bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6gLmKsMgxI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6c2sQFjZ-MI/s400/bunny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451620099264643858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;My first photo shoot ever.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/77744959@N00/3281911755/in/pool-vintagekids"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I am posting this is because when I first saw it, I would have sworn to God that the kid was wearing a terry cloth Playboy Bunny playsuit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-2338123128773770300?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2338123128773770300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/anything-worn-at-this-age-is-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2338123128773770300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2338123128773770300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/anything-worn-at-this-age-is-always.html' title='Anything worn at this age is always something your parents made you'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6gLmKsMgxI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6c2sQFjZ-MI/s72-c/bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-1112891095048151477</id><published>2010-03-22T16:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:35:32.740-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bows Bows Bows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love Grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes with words'/><title type='text'>Should she be mad at her Mama for this one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5cfXB52fiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Gzp7RmzN7ic/s1600-h/ilovegrandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5cfXB52fiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Gzp7RmzN7ic/s400/ilovegrandma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446856754836438562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Let my clothes do the talking. I don't know whether I should be mad at my mom for this outfit.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/melindarae/89085735/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All signs point to yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embroidery Affection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;means Mom sucking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-1112891095048151477?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1112891095048151477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/should-she-be-mad-at-her-mama-for-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1112891095048151477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1112891095048151477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/should-she-be-mad-at-her-mama-for-this.html' title='Should she be mad at her Mama for this one?'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5cfXB52fiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Gzp7RmzN7ic/s72-c/ilovegrandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6895675391104264313</id><published>2010-03-21T20:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:02:29.939-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchy matchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweater vest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crochet'/><title type='text'>Can I get a macrame plant holder to go with that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6a5aLLsMgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Sr8mEoBXpNk/s1600-h/4190543192_4d20e7842a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6a5aLLsMgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Sr8mEoBXpNk/s400/4190543192_4d20e7842a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451248258308125186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I think that this photo dates from 1971. Notice that my sister and I are sporting the Jane Fonda hairstyle from the movie 'Klute.' The vests we are wearing were handmade by our neighbors who were 3 sisters who were all old maids and sharing a house...think golden girls. Their names were Lily, Ruth, and Loretta. During the summer, while we were all outside playing, Lily would call us over and do some quick measurements. At Christmas we would receive a handmade gift from them.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/suzy8track/4190543192/in/pool-vintagekids"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story is so sweet, I am having a hard time being snarky, darn it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spinster sisters, crocheting away. I see rocking chairs and cats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I consider this a my-parents moment because if the spinster lady makes it, you kinda gotta wear it! (I am fond of the constrasting colors of these vests so as not to match too precisely. Nice.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That brother is a lucky boy--simple red sweater vest. Phew. No wonder he's grinning instead of grimacing! (But why is Santa gripping his arms so tightly?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6895675391104264313?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6895675391104264313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-get-macrame-plant-holder-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6895675391104264313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6895675391104264313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-get-macrame-plant-holder-to-go.html' title='Can I get a macrame plant holder to go with that?'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6a5aLLsMgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Sr8mEoBXpNk/s72-c/4190543192_4d20e7842a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-228555759334426027</id><published>2010-03-19T19:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:09:31.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s That On My Head?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Headgear'/><title type='text'>I can't believe my husband just admitted he has a headgear fetish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6Lo43-F2EI/AAAAAAAAAbM/e7vOUL5Xy88/s1600-h/braces-778043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6Lo43-F2EI/AAAAAAAAAbM/e7vOUL5Xy88/s400/braces-778043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450174562866419778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;1978. Was the headgear not enough? Let's add glasses to the repertoire. Farrah Fawcett-style. Tinted, partially, a gray and blue. My initials are in gold foil on the corner of one of the lenses.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.jennyandadam.com/Jenny/2008/06/40-years-of-me.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband says she looks like a wrestler. I hope she was tough because, well, DAMN. No child would ever do this of her own accord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, my husband also just made a SHOCKING admission. When he was in 3rd grade, he had "a long distance crush on a high school girl who wore headgear. My school was K-12. I remember in the hallway watching her pass. I thought she was hot--as much as a 3rd grader understands what hot is. Clearly not too well because she was wearing headgear. Either I was into the Hardware, or I was into her. I don't know which is which, or which is worse. I was always one for the freaks." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, thanks honey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-228555759334426027?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/228555759334426027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-cant-believe-my-husband-just-admitted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/228555759334426027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/228555759334426027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-cant-believe-my-husband-just-admitted.html' title='I can&apos;t believe my husband just admitted he has a headgear fetish'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6Lo43-F2EI/AAAAAAAAAbM/e7vOUL5Xy88/s72-c/braces-778043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-2010171086423697928</id><published>2010-03-18T15:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:50:30.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lady in Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchy matchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matching dresses'/><title type='text'>I'm Seeing RED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6KBOnyetCI/AAAAAAAAAa8/rk5N06rkR_s/s1600-h/150568817_788894ee5e%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450060587270583330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 304px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6KBOnyetCI/AAAAAAAAAa8/rk5N06rkR_s/s400/150568817_788894ee5e%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;The twins? Our mother delighted in dressing us alike, even thought we are 18 months apart&lt;/em&gt;." (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/jakes_world/150568817/in/set-72157601887963213/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom apparently also delighted in Candy Stripers and Clown collars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I get a cardboard mantel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6KBC-EPboI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UC5prpbz2PQ/s1600-h/150568818_78db137a85%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450060387092229762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 265px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6KBC-EPboI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UC5prpbz2PQ/s400/150568818_78db137a85%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Twins Part 2. No wonder I hate wearing red&lt;/em&gt;." (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/jakes_world/150568818/in/set-72157601887963213/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6KCcYz47rI/AAAAAAAAAbE/0Vd1MJ7SAZg/s1600-h/157614935_9c364ae623%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450061923279761074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 339px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6KCcYz47rI/AAAAAAAAAbE/0Vd1MJ7SAZg/s400/157614935_9c364ae623%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;There is that damn red again...and my sister laughing at me&lt;/em&gt;." (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/jakes_world/157614935/in/set-72157601887963213/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a &lt;a href="http://http//www.literacyrules.com/color_poems.htm"&gt;Poem I found&lt;/a&gt;, by a young writer, which I think speaks volumes about the color red. It's called "&lt;a href="http://http//www.literacyrules.com/color_poems.htm"&gt;Red&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red is a symbol of love with the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like a married couple, until death do us part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Strawberries and cherries are red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eat them with whipped cream when you're sick in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red beans and rice at Popeye's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh chicken with red meat inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Black and red; colors of the devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh believe me I'll never be on that level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Strawberry juice is good to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well I guess red is the color for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Cherry Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and I am not lying about the child's name--I swear!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-2010171086423697928?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2010171086423697928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-seeing-red.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2010171086423697928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2010171086423697928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-seeing-red.html' title='I&apos;m Seeing RED!'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S6KBOnyetCI/AAAAAAAAAa8/rk5N06rkR_s/s72-c/150568817_788894ee5e%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-4827107865238924524</id><published>2010-03-17T20:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:52:53.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hooray for Hippies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stripedy stripes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fringe'/><title type='text'>Fringe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43gWIiU98I/AAAAAAAAAYE/yu_MMvf7Ixo/s1600-h/587218778_e2cf009d1f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43gWIiU98I/AAAAAAAAAYE/yu_MMvf7Ixo/s400/587218778_e2cf009d1f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444254195414005698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Hilarious. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;yeah, that's me-damnit my parents dressed me funny...&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/8977372@N02/587218778/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling haikuish again tonight:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You-Urban cowboy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fringe adorns your vest so cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stripey pants? Oh why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your glasses and grin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile wide despite the shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;collared shirt with vest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hippie garb made plain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by buttons up to the neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what did parents think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-4827107865238924524?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4827107865238924524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/fringe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/4827107865238924524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/4827107865238924524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/fringe.html' title='Fringe!'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43gWIiU98I/AAAAAAAAAYE/yu_MMvf7Ixo/s72-c/587218778_e2cf009d1f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6509253473850545303</id><published>2010-03-16T14:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:22:05.820-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad haircuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweater vest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls in glasses'/><title type='text'>Fancy Schmancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5_QfgpyzvI/AAAAAAAAAas/YnLbcY-kSzU/s1600-h/210469862_74e0fa3129%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449303313901342450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5_QfgpyzvI/AAAAAAAAAas/YnLbcY-kSzU/s400/210469862_74e0fa3129%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I was so pissed at my mom for making me get this short haircut&lt;/em&gt;." (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/lesterhead/210469862/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh little girl, now don't you fret.&lt;br /&gt;There's better times ahead for you yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a sweater vest to hate,&lt;br /&gt;nor short shag haircut to frustrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyish cut--did you have lice?&lt;br /&gt;Or was your mother just not nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruffled collar and great big glasses,&lt;br /&gt;Designed to entertain the masses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma had a pair just like them, &lt;br /&gt;but Grandma's had a glittery gem,&lt;br /&gt;on each earpiece--oh so fancy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish yours had been schmancy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6509253473850545303?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6509253473850545303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/fancy-schmancy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6509253473850545303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6509253473850545303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/fancy-schmancy.html' title='Fancy Schmancy'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5_QfgpyzvI/AAAAAAAAAas/YnLbcY-kSzU/s72-c/210469862_74e0fa3129%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-8369962570616122512</id><published>2010-03-15T11:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:11:21.776-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebration Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaid suit'/><title type='text'>Thank you Mom and Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43g68G6oJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/DnWR9e4YwdQ/s1600-h/2233214797_971190426f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444254827732967570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43g68G6oJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/DnWR9e4YwdQ/s400/2233214797_971190426f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Oh sure, laugh it up! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here I am, five years old at my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary with my sister having a little fun at my expense. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some of my friends marvel how I can be so casual about getting all dressed up in my outlandish Halloween costumes and going out in public. All I can say is that it looks like my parents may have gotten me an early jump on getting over that little hurdle. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My GOD. Just LOOK at that suit. I mean, the 70s were hard on everyone, but if I saw that one a five year old I'd be calling in child services.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/rgaines/2233214797/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom and Dad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm a big boy, I can thank you for the humiliation of my younger years. Who knew that the suit I wore at Nonni and Poppi's anniversary party would lead to a life as an entertainer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always Halloween, of course, and my Christmas Santa Work at that Mall in Indianapolis. But let's not overlook that gig where I had to dress up as a Hot Dog outside that new shop on Burbank and shake my bun. And who could forget my Liberace look-a-like phase? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all goes back to you two. Big sis, with her big deal career as a Neuroscientist? Ha! What about Friday night improv at that club in the Strip Mall down by the freeway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fans and I, all these years later, just thank you for the plaid. You made me what I am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and Kisses, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your baby boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-8369962570616122512?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8369962570616122512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you-mom-and-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8369962570616122512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8369962570616122512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/thank-you-mom-and-dad.html' title='Thank you Mom and Dad'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43g68G6oJI/AAAAAAAAAYM/DnWR9e4YwdQ/s72-c/2233214797_971190426f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-3884821526834438750</id><published>2010-03-14T12:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:12:22.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homemade clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matching outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Dresses'/><title type='text'>Mama Matched Me-but she got the "sexy" version</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5HJO5k04oI/AAAAAAAAAZc/gAZyHYmrqJo/s1600-h/421571549_76a2da4366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5HJO5k04oI/AAAAAAAAAZc/gAZyHYmrqJo/s400/421571549_76a2da4366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445354682278273666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;1976? I think I was 3 or 4 in this picture. Taken at my Grandma's house, I'm pretty sure my mum made my outfit, as per usual...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think this was a Christmas dress. The scary part? Mum had one to match (only a little sexier for the adult version.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/splityarn/421571549/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What could the "sexier version" possibly be for this Stepford Wives/Big Love style dress? Perhaps a slit cut up to there? A shorter black ribbon in front? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am particularly fond of the ornately carved dining room set, the crystal candelabra and glass candy dishes decorating the bar cart, the caramel brown carpeting, and the china hutch peeking from the next room. Ahhh-when faux Bavarian-castle-royalty-style meets the suburbs it always says classy to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-3884821526834438750?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3884821526834438750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/mama-matched-me-but-she-got-sexyversion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3884821526834438750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3884821526834438750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/mama-matched-me-but-she-got-sexyversion.html' title='Mama Matched Me-but she got the &quot;sexy&quot; version'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5HJO5k04oI/AAAAAAAAAZc/gAZyHYmrqJo/s72-c/421571549_76a2da4366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-2963165709315866931</id><published>2010-03-13T13:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T13:38:33.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ugly sweaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mismatched outfits'/><title type='text'>He's got Daddy issues</title><content type='html'>Mothers tend to get a bad rap here at myparentsmademewearthis. But not today. Today, it's all about Daddy issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5vYIeNXHVI/AAAAAAAAAac/mLvYtymPSP0/s1600-h/sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448185814294404434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5vYIeNXHVI/AAAAAAAAAac/mLvYtymPSP0/s400/sweater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;I hate this sweater. My dad bought it for me, and made me wear it with these really ugggly forest green pants. It was a hideous outfit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he gets old, I'm gonna make HIM wear an ugly green &amp;amp; mustard coloured sweater with matching pants. Bam!&lt;/em&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/11323043@N05/1868634222/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payback's a bitch, old man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-2963165709315866931?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2963165709315866931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/hes-got-daddy-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2963165709315866931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2963165709315866931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/hes-got-daddy-issues.html' title='He&apos;s got Daddy issues'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5vYIeNXHVI/AAAAAAAAAac/mLvYtymPSP0/s72-c/sweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-3498321061058046415</id><published>2010-03-12T12:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:36:32.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homemade clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing Haiku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure suits'/><title type='text'>Dang-That woman can SEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5loOk6tarI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Di3M5hqrizw/s1600-h/210611136_a8926e97d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447499823918705330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5loOk6tarI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Di3M5hqrizw/s400/210611136_a8926e97d4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Disco fever 1979! I was about 4 at the time...How do I know I was loved? Well...Mom &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;made&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; that suit. She's got some sewing ninjitsu.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/gregorylee/210611136/in/photostream/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sewing inspires&lt;br /&gt;haiku to fabulousness&lt;br /&gt;fashionista mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama wields scissors&lt;br /&gt;Makes suit of finest fabric&lt;br /&gt;Polyester best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtleneck is nice&lt;br /&gt;because it means there is no&lt;br /&gt;need to make a tie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-3498321061058046415?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3498321061058046415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/dang-that-woman-can-sew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3498321061058046415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3498321061058046415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/dang-that-woman-can-sew.html' title='Dang-That woman can SEW'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5loOk6tarI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Di3M5hqrizw/s72-c/210611136_a8926e97d4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-8283689021003416994</id><published>2010-03-11T16:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:55:29.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leisure suits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaid suit'/><title type='text'>I never knew they were called Mudflaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5lkYTCwb-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/iS-bMBpAcaM/s1600-h/mudflaps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5lkYTCwb-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/iS-bMBpAcaM/s400/mudflaps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447495592872800226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Mudflaps over the ears."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A picture of my from back in the day...I was, obviously, born in the mid-1970's. Dig that outfit. What were my parents thinking?&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/mocephus/1176696/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudflaps? MUDFLAPS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just makes me want to start singin' &lt;a href="http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Convoy_(song)"&gt;CONVOY&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, I am loving the crepe-soled shoes, light brown with dark brown laces. At least they match the buttons on his stylie suit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-8283689021003416994?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8283689021003416994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-never-knew-they-were-called-mudflaps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8283689021003416994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8283689021003416994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-never-knew-they-were-called-mudflaps.html' title='I never knew they were called Mudflaps'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5lkYTCwb-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/iS-bMBpAcaM/s72-c/mudflaps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-1345957108524185420</id><published>2010-03-10T16:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:44:38.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matching outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handmade clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my grandma made this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchy matchy'/><title type='text'>Are you cruisin'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5gN6KGh_MI/AAAAAAAAAaE/GpgpiCVhEpI/s1600-h/915862963_f4b65b5f02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5gN6KGh_MI/AAAAAAAAAaE/GpgpiCVhEpI/s400/915862963_f4b65b5f02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447119042099936450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Circa 1987. My grandma made these outfits for my brother and I. He refused to wear this (can you blame him) so ***** and I had matching outfits.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/amity_711/915862963/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picture these being made for a cruise, the entire family vacationing together, sullen brother in the room, listening to a metal hair band on his Sony Sports walkman. (The cool yellow one that looked so high tech.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other fantasy is The Circle Line, traveling New York harbor with Lady Liberty, guarding the wretched masses seeking freedom from handmade clothes, wherever they may haunt us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations for standing strong, brother dear. No blousy shorts set for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-1345957108524185420?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1345957108524185420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-cruisin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1345957108524185420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1345957108524185420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-cruisin.html' title='Are you cruisin&apos;?'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5gN6KGh_MI/AAAAAAAAAaE/GpgpiCVhEpI/s72-c/915862963_f4b65b5f02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-4372474549964444267</id><published>2010-03-09T15:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:58:10.605-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albert Brooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Perms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls in glasses'/><title type='text'>Is that Albert Brooks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No wonder he made that film Mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5a0PqjMSaI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/QuCH4gxuSBg/s1600-h/albertbrooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5a0PqjMSaI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/QuCH4gxuSBg/s400/albertbrooks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446738980564126114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;This is--believe it or not--my fifth-grade photo. Notice the Bicentennial flag in the background. My school was so patriotic! My mother forced the home perm on me. I didn't choose it. This is what my family refers to as my Albert Brooks period.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/shaunaforce/300511358/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In which I pose a query--possibly of a philosophical nature:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it fair for a parent to force something upon their child, only to laugh at it later? I think not. It is, however, perfectly fine for the rest of us to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-4372474549964444267?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4372474549964444267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-that-albert-brooks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/4372474549964444267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/4372474549964444267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-that-albert-brooks.html' title='Is that Albert Brooks?'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5a0PqjMSaI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/QuCH4gxuSBg/s72-c/albertbrooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6861417797325841350</id><published>2010-03-08T08:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:40:25.490-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matching outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midwestern Lederhosen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchy matchy'/><title type='text'>Identical Cousins, Don't you know, in Midwest Lederhosen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5HLo7FtSlI/AAAAAAAAAZs/o1AXhuz2GWM/s1600-h/identicalcousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5HLo7FtSlI/AAAAAAAAAZs/o1AXhuz2GWM/s400/identicalcousins.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445357328384477778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"A shot from the late seventies...Grandma made us cousins matching outfits. I'm the one in the middle...and the discourse on my blog after I posted this one there (as well as a clarifying conversation with my mom) seems to indicate that I was  biter in my younger years." (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/envisage365/3333570670/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're cousins--Identical Cousins and you'll find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They laugh alike, they walk alike, at times they even talk alike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can lose your mind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When cousins are FOUR of a kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who don't know, those sporty plaid pants would certainly be known as SLACKS-one of my favorite words to say out loud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call these Midwestern Lederhosen. Plaid, Pinafores, cowboy shirt, and just right for marching in an Old Home Days parade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6861417797325841350?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6861417797325841350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/identical-cousins-dont-you-know-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6861417797325841350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6861417797325841350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/identical-cousins-dont-you-know-in.html' title='Identical Cousins, Don&apos;t you know, in Midwest Lederhosen'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5HLo7FtSlI/AAAAAAAAAZs/o1AXhuz2GWM/s72-c/identicalcousins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-1391140145320841056</id><published>2010-03-06T22:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:49:40.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bows Bows Bows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lace lace and more lace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frilly Dresses'/><title type='text'>The Back Hallway-The Jon Benet Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43fjmjJL8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/gkoedAFSJuM/s1600-h/mybackhallway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43fjmjJL8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/gkoedAFSJuM/s400/mybackhallway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444253327297163202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;This is our back hallway, filled with our baby pictures. My parents dressed us in the most horrid outfits.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/chelseakaliwhatever/2325990870/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pageant Girls, the Hallway Edition.&lt;br /&gt;Lace, Frills, Layer upon layer.&lt;br /&gt;Jon Benet outfits without the make-up but with the curlers in the hair.&lt;br /&gt;Childhood photos-year after Year--Sears, or JC Penney? Which photographer is more skilled?&lt;br /&gt;Either way, what's not to love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-1391140145320841056?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1391140145320841056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-hallway-jon-benet-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1391140145320841056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1391140145320841056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-hallway-jon-benet-edition.html' title='The Back Hallway-The Jon Benet Edition'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43fjmjJL8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/gkoedAFSJuM/s72-c/mybackhallway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-4793928327677238353</id><published>2010-03-05T20:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:28:01.566-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaid jacket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn Hipster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Hamill Haircut'/><title type='text'>Ode to a Brooklyn Hipster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43et38fGuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/zDnEh2NYmHE/s1600-h/3140278248_ffdb31d259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43et38fGuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/zDnEh2NYmHE/s400/3140278248_ffdb31d259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444252404253924066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I want to say that it was the 70s and this was the best my parents could do...but honestly, I think they would have dressed me like this even if it was 2008.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/9342558@N08/3140278248/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they would have been awesome! Let's pretend, for a moment, that you are a young hipster, dressed in plaid in 008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Brooklyn Boy, Your plaid's so smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like you dress to win my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your shaggy hair, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your fashion flair. (No-not Fred Flare!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your trim white pants and big lapel, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Pabst Blue Ribbon, or Muscatel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Fort Greene Pad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps Bed Stuy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I want you to be my guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-4793928327677238353?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4793928327677238353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/ode-to-brooklyn-hipster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/4793928327677238353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/4793928327677238353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/ode-to-brooklyn-hipster.html' title='Ode to a Brooklyn Hipster'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43et38fGuI/AAAAAAAAAX0/zDnEh2NYmHE/s72-c/3140278248_ffdb31d259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6689845679176812304</id><published>2010-03-04T21:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:21:46.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweatsuits'/><title type='text'>Let's Get Physical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5Bp4qlAZmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/do47HN_Luxc/s1600-h/sweatsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444968371714025058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5Bp4qlAZmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/do47HN_Luxc/s400/sweatsuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Fashion Forward, 1984.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I confess: this is me. I was 10 years old, and I did not CHOOSE this sweatsuit. Yes, the whole thing is a sweatsuit, meant to look like shorts over sweatpants...WHY GOD&lt;/em&gt;?" (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/sharkycharming/30038911/in/set-72157609989583676/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor baby--here's what God was thinking, circa 1982.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5Bpw64T2rI/AAAAAAAAAYk/yQL7B7qoOGM/s1600-h/olivianewton420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444968238651005618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5Bpw64T2rI/AAAAAAAAAYk/yQL7B7qoOGM/s400/olivianewton420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Let's take another look, shall we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5Bp4qlAZmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/do47HN_Luxc/s1600-h/sweatsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444968371714025058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5Bp4qlAZmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/do47HN_Luxc/s400/sweatsuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;As much as the shorts/sweats combo--unlike anything I've seen before--I like the tightly elasticized waist on the top. Guaranteed to ride up on her as soon as she tries any actual physical activity--say a gymnastics routine staged with friends and forced upon family members who watch over and over again as young ones tumble in the backyard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Maybe even more important-is that a Chevette she's leaning on? Hope she doesn't ding it with her brawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6689845679176812304?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6689845679176812304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-get-physical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6689845679176812304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6689845679176812304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-get-physical.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Physical'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S5Bp4qlAZmI/AAAAAAAAAYs/do47HN_Luxc/s72-c/sweatsuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-8663908694863274499</id><published>2010-03-03T15:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:05:29.269-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overalls'/><title type='text'>You're a Wonder, Wonder Woman</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we've got to give our parents a little love for the things they did right. I covet this outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43bfuV8EXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/B6g5eDoGdTM/s1600-h/myparentsdressedmeawesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444248862623273330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43bfuV8EXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/B6g5eDoGdTM/s400/myparentsdressedmeawesome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;This is me. My parents dressed me awesome.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/staceyrebecca/1269527103/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That is Wonder Woman on her leg. How kick ass is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest I ever got to Wonder Woman was when my younger cousin and I bought face paint crayons, and she used her entire red one to color her leg like Wonder Woman's boots. She almost finished one leg before the crayon ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we just ran around with rope pretending it was a golden lasso.  I don't remember if it was the same day she stepped on a wasp's nest while following me and got full-body stings. I do remember that it's always better to be the leader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-8663908694863274499?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8663908694863274499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-wonder-wonder-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8663908694863274499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8663908694863274499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-wonder-wonder-woman.html' title='You&apos;re a Wonder, Wonder Woman'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S43bfuV8EXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/B6g5eDoGdTM/s72-c/myparentsdressedmeawesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-404915759959726348</id><published>2010-03-02T15:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:32:16.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suede'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overalls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puffy sleeves'/><title type='text'>ABC, It's Easy as 123</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Could the Jackson 5 have used this outfit in concert?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4176Jc5fLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DFV4mbeS_K0/s1600-h/puffysleeves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4176Jc5fLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DFV4mbeS_K0/s400/puffysleeves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444143763460553906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;That look on my face is telling...I'm probably giving one of my parents the hairy eyeball because they dressed me in that outfit. Are those tiny bellbottoms?!&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/hauntedpalace/195363217/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You miss the point, poorly dressed child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bell bottoms are rather mild. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Tis not the legs that do disturb, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but puffy sleeves that me perturb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoes maroon and burgundy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wing tips and suede for all to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practical for outdoor play, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(unless the sleeves get in your way.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will not learn your alphabet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but may well throw a great big fit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At photographer unseen, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you scream it loud-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"LET ME WEAR JEANS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-404915759959726348?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/404915759959726348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/abc-its-easy-as-123.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/404915759959726348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/404915759959726348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/abc-its-easy-as-123.html' title='ABC, It&apos;s Easy as 123'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4176Jc5fLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/DFV4mbeS_K0/s72-c/puffysleeves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-2816833993011329939</id><published>2010-03-01T13:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:50:19.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rainbow colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bows Bows Bows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad haircuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leggings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchy matchy'/><title type='text'>Technicolor Dream Outfits or "My mum rite took the piss"</title><content type='html'>I have been saving this for something special, and today felt right.&lt;br /&gt;Just an ordinary Monday, about to be made extraordinary--and completely beyond my poetry skills. What follows is so amazing, it has completely taken away my funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;M&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;y&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;mum rite took the piss when she dressed me when I was little&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/lisadora"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3IiOesk0II/AAAAAAAAAWM/Ujj7Rq3_aRI/s1600-h/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436445332343148674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3IiOesk0II/AAAAAAAAAWM/Ujj7Rq3_aRI/s400/Untitled-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, this outfit is admittedly awful, but just wait. It gets soooooo much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3IiGenZZsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iVGLv1nGeKw/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436445194882475714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3IiGenZZsI/AAAAAAAAAWE/iVGLv1nGeKw/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3Ih8Pbl6fI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0PZ9sPrLVcY/s1600-h/Untitled-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436445019007740402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3Ih8Pbl6fI/AAAAAAAAAV8/0PZ9sPrLVcY/s400/Untitled-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a tunic? A dress with leggings? A stiff circus tent? Madison says "It looks like a clown threw up on that." Agreed, my friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;With an outfit like this, you don't want to go subtle with the shoes either. (Mom's black flats with buckles are just so out of touch with the rest. So Marks &amp;amp; Spencer when compared with the fashionganza that is her top and pants.)Her youngin' has the right idea--Purple and Blue just set off the ROY G. BIV so nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, we are not even talking about the hair. Enjoy your Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-2816833993011329939?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2816833993011329939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/technicolor-dream-outfits-or-my-mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2816833993011329939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2816833993011329939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/03/technicolor-dream-outfits-or-my-mum.html' title='Technicolor Dream Outfits or &quot;My mum rite took the piss&quot;'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3IiOesk0II/AAAAAAAAAWM/Ujj7Rq3_aRI/s72-c/Untitled-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-5980384541759685643</id><published>2010-02-28T16:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:01:36.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='checks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Buttons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy&apos;s suits'/><title type='text'>None Too Pleased!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3B842PkTCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mJ_e9ohH7fA/s1600-h/115732680_a098ab926f%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435982066311515170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3B842PkTCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mJ_e9ohH7fA/s400/115732680_a098ab926f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Written on the back by my mom "Not too pleased!" Well, DUH, look what you made me wear&lt;/em&gt;!" (&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTb_yvfHBLU0AAP7CjzbkF/SIG=125pfc6iv/EXP=1265749551/**http%3a//www.flickr.com/photos/wolfdaddy/115732680/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is a jacket without a collar called? It's not a Nehru jacket, so what is it? Does anyone have the answer for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with the turtleneck--Oh so suave. (And by that, I mean SWA--VAAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-5980384541759685643?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5980384541759685643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/none-too-pleased.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/5980384541759685643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/5980384541759685643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/none-too-pleased.html' title='None Too Pleased!'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3B842PkTCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/mJ_e9ohH7fA/s72-c/115732680_a098ab926f%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-3617790372836275743</id><published>2010-02-27T09:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:45:07.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matchy matchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matching dresses'/><title type='text'>They're crazy and they're kooky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;They're positively spooky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4kt5awBUaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/E6_y-wt43Cc/s1600-h/creepygirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4kt5awBUaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/E6_y-wt43Cc/s400/creepygirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442932089110483362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Our parents had weird taste in clothes...The reason we both looked so glum was because I had just bullied my sister into swapping her socks with me as I thought the red ones were nices. I argued that our parents had given her the red ones (better ones) to her instead of to me because they liked her better, which I thought was mortally unfair.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/victoriachan/52493164/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas, no poetry this morning. But running through my head is the Addams Family theme song because of how morose and Wednesday-like these two look. Turn those dresses black, add some pigtails, and the black stripy socks would be the ones they'd fight over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, TOTALLY agree that the red ones are better. Hope she worked that out in therapy later because clearly, her parents hated her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-3617790372836275743?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3617790372836275743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/theyre-crazy-and-theyre-kooky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3617790372836275743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3617790372836275743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/theyre-crazy-and-theyre-kooky.html' title='They&apos;re crazy and they&apos;re kooky'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4kt5awBUaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/E6_y-wt43Cc/s72-c/creepygirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-822979339509898628</id><published>2010-02-26T08:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:19:01.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big collars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stripedy stripes'/><title type='text'>I dare you to make fun of my outfit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4fQunTcwuI/AAAAAAAAAW8/8xeavYPYvcI/s1600-h/Kevin+age+10.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4fQunTcwuI/AAAAAAAAAW8/8xeavYPYvcI/s400/Kevin+age+10.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442548173943653090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I haven't forgiven my parents for the way they dressed me when I was ten...&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http://www.tennanttech.com/_TheKL/photo.htm"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why so glum my little friend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did this outfit show a trend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of fashion choices from mom and dad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know-They made you sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stripes and plaid and stripy collar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps a look meant to mean scholar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stare tells us you ARE the man, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that big big collar? Whew--hot damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-822979339509898628?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/822979339509898628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dare-you-to-make-fun-of-my-outfit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/822979339509898628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/822979339509898628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dare-you-to-make-fun-of-my-outfit.html' title='I dare you to make fun of my outfit'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4fQunTcwuI/AAAAAAAAAW8/8xeavYPYvcI/s72-c/Kevin+age+10.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-1129741383487678125</id><published>2010-02-25T10:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:19:20.171-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaid jacket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bow Ties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lace lace and more lace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy&apos;s suits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puffy sleeves'/><title type='text'>What outfit is right for raising the Lord?</title><content type='html'>This rainy day, thoughts turn to Spring&lt;br /&gt;And all the joy that Easter brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4aWJWw2FOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Vb1aVdl27EE/s1600-h/plaidjacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442202287197263074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4aWJWw2FOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Vb1aVdl27EE/s400/plaidjacket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Used Car Sales, Electronics Pitchman, or Cattle Auctioneer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I suspect my parents dressed me in this hideous suit for Easter. I hope it was not career planning. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course my sister, who was/is not a girly girl at all, is not much better&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;off.&lt;/em&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/bkburns/3478702284/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother and sister, bonded forever, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With lace and plaid, their link won't sever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plaid to welcome back the Lord, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet in church they sure were bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruffles make the day so nice, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lent, return to Vice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapel button reads the Letter M, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This photo here sure is a gem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-1129741383487678125?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1129741383487678125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-outfit-is-right-for-raising-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1129741383487678125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1129741383487678125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-outfit-is-right-for-raising-lord.html' title='What outfit is right for raising the Lord?'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4aWJWw2FOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Vb1aVdl27EE/s72-c/plaidjacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-920302690626105953</id><published>2010-02-24T10:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:23:47.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hand-me-downs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lumberjack'/><title type='text'>I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wear plaid all night and I sleep all day. (Okay, not so much with knowing the words but sing along with me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4VA4ypTAWI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HOmAt_HTKUI/s1600-h/plaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4VA4ypTAWI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HOmAt_HTKUI/s400/plaid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441827069158949218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I had to wear some of my boy cousin's hand me downs.&lt;/i&gt;" Circa 1973. (&lt;a href="http://http://www.flickr.com/photos/ellenmc/2703052086/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I work, I wear short sleeves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when it's cold and I start to sneeze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boy cousin's shirt sure looks girly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet when he wore it, he felt a little surly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look pumped up, and kind of bulky, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but despite it all, pretty happy go lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore my plaid like a lumberjack should, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though choppin' wood was not my livelihood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why was the furniture behind me all covered? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's underneath is yet to be discovered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did houses then kind of look like hotels? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With ugly carpeting, and lots of weird smells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I grew up to dress a whole lot better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps something lovely like a glittery Christmas Sweater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-920302690626105953?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/920302690626105953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-lumberjack-and-im-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/920302690626105953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/920302690626105953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-lumberjack-and-im-okay.html' title='I&apos;m a lumberjack and I&apos;m okay'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4VA4ypTAWI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HOmAt_HTKUI/s72-c/plaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-6655219681223281660</id><published>2010-02-23T14:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:41:53.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short shorts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zipper neck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itchy'/><title type='text'>Who wears short shorts?</title><content type='html'>Is this a family photo, or a childhood mug shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4QoxurLN8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/zzIHvrh4Gkw/s1600-h/stripyshorts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441519084578224066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4QoxurLN8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/zzIHvrh4Gkw/s400/stripyshorts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Me, 2 y.o...I hated those clothes, they itched!&lt;/em&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://http//www.flickr.com/photos/11740000@N02/1176218430/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks stunned. Perhaps the stripes are hypnotizing him? And of course, complete with the zipper neck, knee socks, off-center plastic chair. And the shorts that look wedged up his bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, was this a formal portrait, or was he at a photo shop, having a passport picture taken and not knowing what to make of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or, was he in the hot-seat on a child's television show? Struggling to come up with the answer for a tricky one on kids say the darndest things. The pressure to know what kind of animal says Moo! Or what it means to be married!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, yes, kids are funny. Ain't they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-6655219681223281660?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6655219681223281660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-wears-short-shorts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6655219681223281660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/6655219681223281660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-wears-short-shorts.html' title='Who wears short shorts?'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4QoxurLN8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/zzIHvrh4Gkw/s72-c/stripyshorts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-8775341603811057637</id><published>2010-02-22T12:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:19:23.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolution of a Nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweater vest'/><title type='text'>Evolution of a Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4LDztlN-eI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ro05bjL4moI/s1600-h/Evolution+of+Nerd+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441126592993425890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4LDztlN-eI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ro05bjL4moI/s400/Evolution+of+Nerd+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "...&lt;em&gt;what the heck is up with that outfit? Really--was my mom color blind?&lt;/em&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://mrsfligs.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-story-friday-evolution-of-nerd.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about this mother's choice&lt;br /&gt;and hope dear readers will rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chiquita is so stylin'&lt;br /&gt;Her sweater vest--just so beguiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sees herself a Nerd-in-Training&lt;br /&gt;a phrase I find so entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her vest will ward against the chill.&lt;br /&gt;Lace collar gives me quite a thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haircut from 8 Is Enough,&lt;br /&gt;Layer after layer-jagged and rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps her mom loved Willie Ames,&lt;br /&gt;despite his rampant drug use shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she loved sweet Adam Rich,&lt;br /&gt;As Nicholas Bradford he did bewitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think mom just had bad taste&lt;br /&gt;for choosing dress with collared lace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vest in orange, burnt and itchy&lt;br /&gt;sure to make a young one twitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least this Nerd will grow to know,&lt;br /&gt;that I sure love her outfit so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-8775341603811057637?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8775341603811057637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/evolution-of-nerd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8775341603811057637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8775341603811057637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/evolution-of-nerd.html' title='Evolution of a Nerd'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S4LDztlN-eI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ro05bjL4moI/s72-c/Evolution+of+Nerd+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-2114695429985986134</id><published>2010-02-21T17:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:33:01.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barrettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strawberry Shortcake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lace lace and more lace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knee socks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itchy'/><title type='text'>The dress so nice, I'll show it twice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know you've been waiting, with eager anticipation, for me to return from a winter sojourn in Costa Rica. Wait no longer and thrill to the loveliness of lace, puffy sleeves, and a whole lotta mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always good to have a dress that seems to grow with you, especially when it's one you hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3B8LkF0WMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7rvPVk7utE0/s1600-h/432013655_2de8a212c5%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435981288344672450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 274px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3B8LkF0WMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7rvPVk7utE0/s400/432013655_2de8a212c5%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;em&gt;My mom loved this dress. She made me wear it for all sorts of occasions, including every single Spring Sunday and holiday. I remember the sleeves were itchy, and my arms were always cold when I wore this.I think I was 3 years old in this picture&lt;/em&gt;." (&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTefdDe3BLTGQAWoajzbkF/SIG=122b8f45p/EXP=1265749187/**http%3a//www.flickr.com/photos/_aims_/432013655/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3B7rR1s2wI/AAAAAAAAAVk/n2X0mUL7kgM/s1600-h/432013659_7c22b8d92f%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435980733689420546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 270px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3B7rR1s2wI/AAAAAAAAAVk/n2X0mUL7kgM/s400/432013659_7c22b8d92f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mom loved the dress so much that we got multiple pictures of it, as you can see. I'm probably 4 or 5 here.Check out those Strawberry Shortcake kneesocks. I loved them! They had THE Strawberry Shortcake herself printed on them, peeking out a window. I called them my "magic" socks because Shortcake's face would magically stretch out every time I pulled the socks up over my calves&lt;/em&gt;." (&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTefdDe3BLTGQAWoajzbkF/SIG=122b8f45p/EXP=1265749187/**http%3a//www.flickr.com/photos/_aims_/432013655/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always better when a parent soothes the ills of a horrible outfit with SOMETHING ROCKING like STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE SOCKS! So jealous. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not mentioned here: first photo background, brown shag carpeting, curtains, lace and bows in combination, puffy sleeves with lace, multiple pattern and material application a la Project Runway, and frilly double barrettes.&lt;br /&gt;But hey people, give me a break! I just got home from vacation and I'm friggin' tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-2114695429985986134?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2114695429985986134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/dress-so-nice-ill-show-it-twice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2114695429985986134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2114695429985986134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/dress-so-nice-ill-show-it-twice.html' title='The dress so nice, I&apos;ll show it twice!'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3B8LkF0WMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7rvPVk7utE0/s72-c/432013655_2de8a212c5%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-8800896002075508671</id><published>2010-02-11T23:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:20:31.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paint Splatter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lace lace and more lace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lady in Red'/><title type='text'>Paint Splatter Background? Yowza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This photo is small, but packs a punch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3B4FwI_55I/AAAAAAAAAVU/O_CGtHjBohY/s1600-h/1581752832_9c1f0a7db8%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435976790453512082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3B4FwI_55I/AAAAAAAAAVU/O_CGtHjBohY/s400/1581752832_9c1f0a7db8%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "my mom made me wear this dress." (&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0WTb_jsd3BL61kAeDajzbkF/SIG=12928pu63/EXP=1265748332/**http%3a//www.flickr.com/photos/15122129@N05/1581752832/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am struck by the delicate juxtaposition of the 80s modern paint splatter background (what kind of progressive freaky school did she go to?) and her formal dress-is it really a nightgown-type outfit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Combine that with the gray carpeting she is leaning on, the lovely pose the photographer insisted on, and the hint of braces and you've got a made-me-wear-this spectacular!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet &lt;a href="http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/ode-to-bandana-girl.html"&gt;Bandana girl&lt;/a&gt; would be jealous of this set of clip-on earrings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A NOTE: I will be leaving on holiday in about, well, about 4 hours. (Why do I always choose the early flights?) No posts for a week since I will be without e-mail, phone, fax, computer, television, DS, PS2, Computer gaming systems of any sort, Think Pad, I-Phone, or any other form of media outlet. (Can you imagine?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you will all be sad without me, but chin up, I'll be back in action with some amazing items in just a week or so. In the meantime, send your own my parents made me wear this outfits to: myparentsmademewearthis @ gmail.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And have a terrific week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-8800896002075508671?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8800896002075508671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/paint-splatter-background-yowza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8800896002075508671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8800896002075508671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/paint-splatter-background-yowza.html' title='Paint Splatter Background? Yowza!'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3B4FwI_55I/AAAAAAAAAVU/O_CGtHjBohY/s72-c/1581752832_9c1f0a7db8%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-3949542003767356652</id><published>2010-02-11T07:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:04:43.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bows Bows Bows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hated this dress'/><title type='text'>Ronald McDonald Liked it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Really, what better praise could there be for an outfit? Especially since Ronnie Mc D is such a fashion icon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3B1avPa5LI/AAAAAAAAAVE/D6MEWFLBWQU/s1600-h/118295946_be88a6340d%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435973852454380722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3B1avPa5LI/AAAAAAAAAVE/D6MEWFLBWQU/s400/118295946_be88a6340d%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;I hated that dress, but my grandma bought it for me so mom made me wear it. Ronald McDonald liked it though.&lt;/em&gt; :)" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/paigesdeepthoughts/118295946/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am disturbed by the strategically, and tragically, placed bow. Or, is it just that the dress is friggin' enormous on her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I always think pearls for a child's birthday party, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-3949542003767356652?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3949542003767356652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/ronald-mcdonald-liked-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3949542003767356652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3949542003767356652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/ronald-mcdonald-liked-it.html' title='Ronald McDonald Liked it!'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3B1avPa5LI/AAAAAAAAAVE/D6MEWFLBWQU/s72-c/118295946_be88a6340d%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-2898699659593894304</id><published>2010-02-10T08:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:22:22.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bell bottoms'/><title type='text'>Oh La La!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Who says the French aren't fashion-impaired?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3Bz7jdKy8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/kTiiPsvpCLo/s1600-h/2256805181_52c493bbf6%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435972217203248066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3Bz7jdKy8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/kTiiPsvpCLo/s400/2256805181_52c493bbf6%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I remember hating the bell-bottoms my mom made me wear. This was the French version of 'Dazed and Confused!" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evyncharles/2256805181/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sticking with the poetry theme, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I promise not to be too mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With hint of mustache--adolescence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in your loving mother's presence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crease in your jeans-you are so French!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That swamp behind you--what a stench!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tucked-in t-shirts on all three, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Minnie on your sibling's tee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama looks just oh so hip, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on your summer holiday trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your sandals and afro are so delightful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only hope to be insightful,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about your mother's message shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOF with that long skirt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family vacations-what fun, what fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Portraits in the summer sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least we have these memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile now-and then say Cheese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-2898699659593894304?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2898699659593894304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-la-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2898699659593894304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2898699659593894304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-la-la.html' title='Oh La La!'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3Bz7jdKy8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/kTiiPsvpCLo/s72-c/2256805181_52c493bbf6%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-1483490606235544342</id><published>2010-02-09T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:19:37.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hated this dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bandana Fashion'/><title type='text'>An Ode To Bandana Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3BqlHmk72I/AAAAAAAAAU0/gazB0EhPbWc/s1600-h/2216204664_09ed69a237%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435961936164745058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3BqlHmk72I/AAAAAAAAAU0/gazB0EhPbWc/s400/2216204664_09ed69a237%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;me, 3rd grade. my mom made me wear this land's end dress i hated, so i sabotaged the picture with a side ponytail, red bandana and clip-on earrings. i don't remember cutting that chunk out of my bangs, though. her best friend loves this picture so much, she still has it framed in her living room.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Bandana Girl, you've won my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With your little bit of art. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fashion choice is so perplexing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure your mother found it vexing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bandana shawl, a fashion no-no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(But you're right-the Land's End has to go-go.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clip-on-earrings--ouch, those hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That side ponytail--what a flirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun with scissors on those bangs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No telling where this photo hangs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coy smirk that tells us where to shove it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at this photo now, and man, I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-1483490606235544342?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1483490606235544342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/ode-to-bandana-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1483490606235544342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1483490606235544342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/ode-to-bandana-girl.html' title='An Ode To Bandana Girl'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3BqlHmk72I/AAAAAAAAAU0/gazB0EhPbWc/s72-c/2216204664_09ed69a237%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-2941488931387899679</id><published>2010-02-08T14:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:46:20.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lace lace and more lace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family portraits'/><title type='text'>Family Fashion-the teen years</title><content type='html'>The family fun doesn't end just because you get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3BnlbqYkuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/N3fbCtCpLag/s1600-h/3233489648_e844a6a7db%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435958643014537954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3BnlbqYkuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/N3fbCtCpLag/s400/3233489648_e844a6a7db%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Me and my sis at around 15 and 19. I was a little punk rock then. Thus the multicolored hair. Mom made me wear that get-up, and push the hair out of my eyes&lt;/em&gt;." (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hollyeqq/3233489648/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a similarly painful hair memory from when I got my passport photo taken at 16. Let's just say bobby pins, bangs, and a retainer do not a pretty picture make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think every blazer is prettier with lace embellishment, and matching doily-fronted shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if "punk rock" means she was wearing some kind of ripped jeans on the bottom, and later tried to pass that blazer off with some crazy Thompson Twins t-shirt underneath. That would show her mother, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this does remind me of when my dad came in to my room at around 15, saw my brand-spankin' new Circle Jerks poster and laughed his butt off for about an hour. Especially after realizing I had no idea what the band name meant. But hey, I loved Repo Man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-2941488931387899679?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2941488931387899679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/family-fashion-teen-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2941488931387899679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/2941488931387899679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/family-fashion-teen-years.html' title='Family Fashion-the teen years'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S3BnlbqYkuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/N3fbCtCpLag/s72-c/3233489648_e844a6a7db%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-3356851371701802163</id><published>2010-02-07T11:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:52:22.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Side Ponytails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Tyler Moore Blouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confession Outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bow Ties on girls'/><title type='text'>An Outfit good enough for the Baby Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2352X_g2BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GwgQMTI2sUk/s400/third_grade1234050727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435275037854717970" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2352X_g2BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GwgQMTI2sUk/s1600-h/third_grade1234050727.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Third grade school picture. I did not want to wear this outfit or hairdo, but Mom made me. She made me wear this outfit (though not the hairdo) again a year later to my first Confession&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/leeandra_nolting/2009/02/07/my_mommy_dressed_me_and_did_my_hair"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2352X_g2BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GwgQMTI2sUk/s1600-h/third_grade1234050727.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think this girl needs to get over it--if this outfit was good enough for the Baby Jesus, it should have been good enough for her. Of course, there are many comments to be made about SINS and confession in reference to this outfit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Side ponytail. Big Ass Bow Tie. As my husband pointed out--the formality of the skirt with an elastic waist--always good for a dress-up occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am also fond of the ponytail holder. I remember being jealous of girls who could figure out how to make these work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;And it's all the better because of her gap-toothed half smile. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2352X_g2BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GwgQMTI2sUk/s1600-h/third_grade1234050727.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2352X_g2BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GwgQMTI2sUk/s1600-h/third_grade1234050727.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-3356851371701802163?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3356851371701802163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/outfit-good-enough-for-baby-jesus_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3356851371701802163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/3356851371701802163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/outfit-good-enough-for-baby-jesus_07.html' title='An Outfit good enough for the Baby Jesus'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2352X_g2BI/AAAAAAAAAUc/GwgQMTI2sUk/s72-c/third_grade1234050727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-4268360478308579436</id><published>2010-02-06T09:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:08:20.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pockets'/><title type='text'>Pockets are always helpful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And these pants have them aplenty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S21_cTZn9bI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QZXqxfTXp2A/s1600-h/2503223761_afa873549e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S21_cTZn9bI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QZXqxfTXp2A/s400/2503223761_afa873549e_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435140449526871474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;That was 36 years ago...you should see the size of the hole in the lawn now!!! My mom made me wear those pants! OMG, no wonder we're not close anymore.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26696415@N07/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love photos that are a moment in time. Kid golfing, Dad in the background doing some lawn assessment, and that amazing vehicle that is part tricycle, part golf cart. Dad in his yard work outfit, complete with those white socks and brown shoes, not planning on being memorialized. Kid in the action shot, pants too short but okay for hanging out on a weekend, at least according to Mom. It's the photos we never take, caught up in the moment itself, but perhaps the photos that tell us the most about that time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is some deep stuff I'm slingin' there, ya think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-4268360478308579436?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4268360478308579436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/pockets-are-always-helpful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/4268360478308579436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/4268360478308579436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/pockets-are-always-helpful.html' title='Pockets are always helpful'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S21_cTZn9bI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QZXqxfTXp2A/s72-c/2503223761_afa873549e_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-8250745426655168746</id><published>2010-02-05T17:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T17:23:27.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponytails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bow Ties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sepia Toned for your enjoyment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s all about the hair'/><title type='text'>Sometimes, it's all about the hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2yX3w1gS1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/N3rckaL-lfc/s1600-h/twopuffballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434885834587261778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2yX3w1gS1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/N3rckaL-lfc/s400/twopuffballs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;This is what happens when your mother decides to get the sepia shots and dresses you funny. What parent would do that to a little girl's hair. Puff ball and two pig tails&lt;/em&gt;." (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26322472@N05/3487365671/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even baby brother looks stunned at what is holding him. There he is, rockin' his natty bow tie and snappy vest--with a heck of a collar on that shirt--and there behind him, big sister, looking like a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the sepia, it also looks as if her hair is really a giant tangle, not so much a puffball. I really wish we could see it all head-on, really get the full effect of those side ponytails and how much width and height it all adds to the overall dimensions of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say, however, that is some cute ribbon on her dress/shirt/smock. Okay, not a winner if you can't identify it, but potentially cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad hair photo? Send it to me: myparentsmademewearthis @ gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-8250745426655168746?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8250745426655168746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-its-all-about-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8250745426655168746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8250745426655168746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-its-all-about-hair.html' title='Sometimes, it&apos;s all about the hair'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2yX3w1gS1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/N3rckaL-lfc/s72-c/twopuffballs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-1703904977104062379</id><published>2010-02-04T13:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T14:03:05.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter Bonnet'/><title type='text'>In Your Easter Bonnet</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm thinking Spring. It's so darn cold here, and without snow which would at least make the cold feel like fun. Thus, an Easter memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2sX1_HlINI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QjhaICtzPBw/s1600-h/2219012201_b55988f5e3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434463591596368082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2sX1_HlINI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QjhaICtzPBw/s400/2219012201_b55988f5e3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Oh how I hated those hats, shoes and dresses. I felt like such a dork. But my mom was so proud of her little girls all dressed up for Easter&lt;/em&gt;..." (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lisaboyer/2219012201/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest objection in this outfit is to the ridiculous hat, which I believe matches that of her mother. They are perched there, rather than really being worn. And I assume that bobby pins were required to keep them in place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the hat, however, I can't find fault with much of this outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My analysis of why is because I think the clothes from this period were just so much cuter than the absurd 70s garb I was saddled with. Now, I don't aspire to the matching gloves and the frilly, frilly kind of girly clothes so many kids had to wear. But come on, compared with a polyester leisure suit or Mary Tyler Moore blouse with a bow, isn't this better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-1703904977104062379?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1703904977104062379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-your-easter-bonnet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1703904977104062379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/1703904977104062379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-your-easter-bonnet.html' title='In Your Easter Bonnet'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2sX1_HlINI/AAAAAAAAAUE/QjhaICtzPBw/s72-c/2219012201_b55988f5e3%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8198645932105714354.post-8662035590066389690</id><published>2010-02-03T19:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:31:04.215-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s That On My Head?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All bundled up'/><title type='text'>Dorks R' Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This photo comes from a child whose parents were certainly well-meaning, and yet, at least one of their grown children despises these outfits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2oZQWA7yjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BT6moY_shTg/s1600-h/dorks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2oZQWA7yjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BT6moY_shTg/s400/dorks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434183668954024498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;My parents hated us. The truth is finally out. What can I say? Now first of all, this wouldn't be my dad's idea to dress us like this...it would be my mom's. I'm sure she was thinking 'won't the kids look like dorks if we dress them like this, and make them wear these funny hats? Let's do it!' Dad wouldn't have thought of doing this to us. Oh, don't get me wrong...I'm sure as soon as he saw how stupid we looked he said 'I've got to get my camera and take a photo of these dorks!' He would be laughing the whole time.&lt;/i&gt;" (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40441133@N00/2300874548/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say, I think they look pretty darn cute, and I would be that dad, taking as many photos as possible for posterity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on--that little girl with the blue coat and dress? Of course, perhaps not the best choice for a cold winter's day. And the boys with bonnets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh,, when do we become bitter adults? So sad. So sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8198645932105714354-8662035590066389690?l=myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8662035590066389690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/dorks-r-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8662035590066389690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8198645932105714354/posts/default/8662035590066389690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparentsmademewearthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/dorks-r-us.html' title='Dorks R&apos; Us'/><author><name>sydned</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718176422110364750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4znM2gJLfo/S2oZQWA7yjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/BT6moY_shTg/s72-c/dorks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
