Blue nail polish? Not for me.
“Why not?” a gal who was young enough to be my daughter asked.
“Well, I’d wear it if I were your age,” I told the twentysomething. “But at this point in my life, I prefer a classic red nail.”
As the conversation continued, I admitted to having worn shades of chocolate brown as well as metallic jade green nail polish back in the day. This led to a larger discussion about fashion as I recalled some of the crimes against fashion I was guilty of committing when I was her age – or younger.
Two words: shoulder pads. In my defense, it was the 1980’s and the TV show Dynasty had convinced every woman in America that it was not only okay, but necessary, to look like Ron Gronkowski if you wanted to stay on-trend.
Two more words: Leg warmers. Yes, I wore them. And thought they were cool. Blame the movie Flashdance for that one. I hear they’re making a comeback. Why, I don’t know.
And finally, I have to go way back for this one – polyester bell bottoms. I’m embarrassed to admit I wore those cringe-worthy things with my platform shoes. Oh yes. Big, clunky, wedged platforms. I was in junior high school, it was the height of the Glam Rock era, and I was going for a certain look. Which I achieved with the help of Mary Quant cosmetics and that metallic green nail polish.
These days, I try to use my common sense when I’m debating a fashion choice.
I whisper to myself: WWAD – what would Audrey do?
Audrey Hepburn, that is.