By The Way...

Thursday, September 27, 2007
11:41:00 AM EDT
Hearing Paranoid Android -- Sia


Today is "Clash Day" at Athena's school. Sadly, this does not mean that it's a day of appreciation for all things Joe Strummer and Mick Jones; it means it's a day in which all the kids wear clothes that clash. Thus Athena's ensemble for the day, which is all about chromatic opposites. I'll note that I was brought in as an advisor for clothes that clash, because my wife was incapable (or possibly unwilling) for such a task. I don't really expect it was a compliment to me, but there it is. And it did give me an idea for this week's Weekend Assignment:

Weekend Assignment #185: What's the worst clothing ensemble you can recall wearing? I expect we'll get a lot of bridesmaid and prom night nightmares in this one, but anything's up for grabs, and in deed, if it was something you thought was fashionable at the time and now have come to regret, so much the better. Confess! You'll feel better.

Extra Credit: Are you kidding? Pictures, people!

Oddly enough I would have to say my very worst ensemble was worn by me at an age not too far off from the age where Athena is now: on either the first day of second or third grade, I wore a complete denim ensemble: jeans and jacket and perhaps even a wide-lapeled shirt, all of denim. But that's not what made it regrettable (although my wife might disagree, given her look to me when I occasionally wear a denim jacket these days). No, what made it truly regrettable was that the denim was a bright carnation pink. Even in the second or third grade, it's a miracle I didn't get the stuffing kicked out me.

Oh, and top it all off -- not that it was a sartorial choice, but was of a piece nevertheless -- I pretty much doused myself in Old Spice. So I could smell sophisticated. Oh, yeah, I was a piece of work, I was.

Is there photo documentation? There is -- or was -- but alas, I no longer have it. You could ask my mom, though. She probably still has a picture of that outfit. And is just waiting to unleash it. I live in terror, I do.

You're up: regale us with sartorial tales to terrible to tell! Post them on your blog or journal and then come back here to leave a link. Oh, come on. It'll be fun.


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• #8 Comment from mistymassey9 
  10/1/07 11:45 AM | Permalink

  Uh, nope.  Not playing this one.  And it's not because I don't have a photo of the most hideous thing I ever wore (a tie between a mint green pleated polyester miniskirt with a paisley-patterned polyester poofy blouse tucked in, and an A-line dress with assorted sizes of dots in various shades of purple) but because it's taken me years of retail therapy to overcome the trauma of wearing such things.  
  
  *grin*
• #7 Comment from hewasolddog299 
  9/30/07 10:19 PM | Permalink

  I mean it, John. No Christmas present for you...
  
  http://dailysnooze.blogspot.com/2007/09/john-m-scalzis-weekend-assignment-185.html
  
  wil
• #6 Comment from jamie24601 
  9/30/07 10:10 AM | Permalink

  squeaking in under the deadline!
  
  http://parkhopper.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-did-this-to-you.html
  
  Jamie
• #5 Comment from mavarin 
  9/28/07 3:29 AM | Permalink

  There is no photographic evidence of the sarong I wore in fifth grade.  Probably a good thing.  Plus: Tuffy health update. - Karen
  http://outmavarin.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-bad-clothing-but-thats-not.html
• #4 Comment from ordinarygoddess4 
  9/27/07 9:53 PM | Permalink

  You call that clashing?  Bah, I say.  I call it retro 80's goodness, a reminder of carefree youth.  Well, not mine - I've always hated mixing green with pinks/purples/reds.  And I was in my late teens/early twenties in the eighties.  But I'm sure it's someone's carefree 80's youth.
  
  As for terrible sartorial tales, I'll have to think about it.  

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