Daily Prompt 3/365: Ah, sweet youth. No matter whether you grew up sporting a fedora, penny loafers, poodle skirts, bell-bottoms, leg-warmers, skinny jeans, Madonna-inspired net shirts and rosaries, goth garb, a spikey mohawk, or even a wave that would put the Bieber to shame, you made a fashion statement, unique to you. Describe your favorite fashions from days of yore or current trends you think are stylin’.
You know what? A fashion writing prompt feels stupid and shallow. Most of us, by the time we’re in our mid-twenties, have dabbled in it all: emo eyeliner, demin overalls, knee-high socks, skinny jeans, baggy jeans, mini skirts, maxi dresses…..yawn. Where’s the meaning there?
When my mother was depressed in the years after the accident, all she wore was beige. The strong, lithe woman who protected me in the car was crushed and broken, and as she healed, she put on weight and struggled to recognise herself in the mirror. Her stunning silver hair, once a glittering crown, now weighed her down and made her feel old. The beige was her attempt not to be seen.
My mother hasn’t worn beige in ten years. It’s so good to see you, mama.