Fashion Forward with Chambanachik

Hey there Lovelies! I am missing from the bloggy world for a bit as I travel from Arizona back to Georgia and embark on an internetless journey of finding a house and turning it into a home before Mr. Superman arrives home. Until then, enjoy all of my Lovelies who will be entertaining you and be sure to show them a lot of love! I was so stoked when Chambanachik said she'd guest post for me and cracked up pretty hard as I read her post. All I'm going to say is I love jellies too!! Be sure to check her out, she's fabulous. 

“Fashions have done more harm than revolutions.” -Victor Hugo

First of all, a huge thank you to Mrs. S. for letting me guest blog today! She’s kind of a blogger superstar/goddess, so I am both honored and intimidated to write for her. 

Here’s the thing- I am a bit worried about my daughter, Millie;
specifically, I’m worried that she will turn out like me. 

Most of my nieces dress like tiny pink and purple versions of their mothers. If  Millie is going to have the same fate, the poor girl was doomed years before she was even born.

I am the kind of girl who can/does spend hours pouring over fashion magazines. I drool over the creativity of  bloggers who post fabulous outfits (ahem, like Mrs. S.). I watch What Not to Wear,  Project Runway, and all the award show fashion-recaps. The amount of time I spend studying the merits of trench coats and cashmere should have made me an expert by now. I should be able to walk into a room and have everyone lose their breath in awe of my stunning look.

Not quite.

My mistakes started young. I was a bit of a tomboy as a kid, but I remember my first moment of fashion-awareness: jellies. Never mind that these shoes were popular in the 80s. I discovered them in the early 90s, and fell in love. I had pair that were a classic ballet flat, pointed toe style, and they were clear with silver glitter. Obviously, they were gorgeous shoes, and I wore them everywhere. My mom did not understand their beauty, and asked me to please wear a dressier pair to church. I clearly remember running to the car, and sliding my shoes underneath the front seat so she wouldn’t notice. Halfway to church, she remembered to check my outfit. “Oops, I…uh, forgot,” I said, secretly glad it was too late to go back home. I didn’t realize then that my mother was trying to save me from myself.

That was only the beginning. There was an outfit in junior high made up of wide leg corduroy pants and a flannel shirt, all in the same color. There were a lot of awkward moments in turtleneck and sweatpants combinations. And then there was the episode of the perm, even though I already have naturally curly hair. I enhanced this look by cutting it to chin-length, and giving myself at-home highlights. What I didn’t realize is that at-home highlights actually mean “fry your already perm-fried hair and bleach color out of you entire head”. I wore that look for an entire year. 

Maybe Millie can somehow escape the horrible legacy handed to her. If not, she will have a lot of school pictures to regret, and a lot of worry for her own children in the future. For now, I dress her in little footy pajamas with a butterfly on the rear, and pray to God for a miracle.


Lacey said...

Oh my gosh, I am 28 years old and I totally remember the jellies!! We LOVED them!! They are a million times better than the ugly Crocs people walk around these days, in my opinion. haha

Raychial Smitherzface said...


Goodnight moon said...

I am right there with you. I also remembering wearing sweatpants and turtle necks. Heck, I also wore the wide corduroy pants and my moms turtleneck sweater from when she was a child. I thought I looked cool, but I was made fun of. I didn't care, I was who I was.

Millie will be adorable, you will raise her to have great self-esteem about herself.

Great post!

Anonymous said...

It's freeing to be over 50. One understands then, and probably only then, that fashion changes almost daily. No matter how stunning you find something to be today, someone will snicker at it tomorrow, and that person may be you. I'm not quite ready for polyester knit pants with elastic waists, but my shoes don't hurt my feet anymore.
Chambanachik was gorgeous as a child; I've seen pictures.

Beka said...

hey. i think most of us did the turtle-necks and sweatpants in our younger years....i think there might be a few pictures bearing evidence of some of my siblings (heck, maybe even all) at one time wearing that.....
um. yeah.
let's just say that with time, everyone hopefully gets better;) and hey--in some ways i learned from my older sister's "mistakes" before i got to do them myself. ahem. talk about cheating. :) :)

butterfly on the rear sounds like the perfect way to start her childhood of fashion sense! really!!!!! i would do it;)