I have skeletons in my closet.
I HAD skeletons in my closet.
Last weekend I purged the buggars out. No seance, chanting or Ouija boards necessary.
Just two huge green garbage bags.
Thanks to my teenage daughter, I have
been forced, kicking and screaming gradually updated my fashion style to a somewhat acceptable version of this millennium's look. However, I will openly admit that during this transformation, I refused to relinquish evidence of past fad faux pas; unwilling to rid myself of the disco ghosts of the 1970s and 80s.
But no more.
Gone are the glitsy dresses.
Bye bye satin tops with puffy sleeves!
Sayonara padded shoulders!
But the worst,
absolute worst thing I found stealthly hidden from plain view, tucked away from the light of day ...
... the most horrifying discovery of all.
Not one, but six.
Six pairs of suspenders.
Yup. You read that right.
Pink, grey, red, black, yellow and.... *choke*
It's like I stepped out of "Godspell".
(Hey, that was a groovy movie!)
This is more embarassing than ...
well, than anything I have yet confessed here. (Yes, YET).
The only thing saving me from complete humiliation? I couldn't find ANY photos of me wearing these. Hallelujah! A miracle in itself.
So what, dare you ask, did I do with those suspenders?
Throw them out? Hell no.
They're now stored with our Halloween costumes.
Along with my Superman shirt and striped pants.
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