“I was just sitting down to write a blog post and I wanted to make sure it wouldn’t hurt your feelings,” I told my mom in a phone call five minutes before sitting down to write. “It’s a post about fashion mistakes you think I made.”
“Why would my feelings be hurt?” She said. “You’re the one who made the mistakes!” And with that, I have my official and rather appropriate approval to write this post.
With Mothers Day right around the corner, I thought it only appropriate to follow up last year’s post about fashion lessons from my mom with one on the fashion mistakes I’ve made (according to my mother).
Blonde hair shocked my mother the most. In January 2008, shortly after New Years, I came home with bleach blonde hair that my little sister likened to Vitamin C of “Graduation (Friends Forever)” fame. While my little sister loved it, my mother hated it so much that when she saw it, she took one look and then walked away, refusing to talk to me.
When I was 17, I got my nose pierced because, well, I thought it would look cool. About two weeks later, the stud met its fate in a H&M dressing room in New York City as I tried on a cable knit sweater and I haven’t re-pierced it yet. My mom was not a fan. (Not a photo of me, though I would like freckles!)
My mom has this theory that every time clothes are layered, the layering offender adds unnecessary inches to their body, which should be avoided at all times. In college I layered unnecessarily. T-shirts layered with other t-shirts? Great idea! Sweaters with a tank top followed by another tank top? I loved it! These days, I keep my layering to a minimum of two pieces on average.
I didn’t wear pink eyeshadow until a few years after college because when I was 12, my mom told me that girls who wore pink eyeshadow looked like bunny rabbits. Why? Very unclear.
I was obsessed with wearing this sweater for all of 2011. By December, it was beat up, faded and just sad looking. I wore it to a hockey game over Christmas, and afterwards my mom pointed out all the dog hair on it. Imagine her horror when I tried to pair it with a dress. Though she was actually the one who bought it for me during a trip to Goodwill! A purchase she surely regrets.
My mom would like to add that she thought I made the mistake of slips as skirts in 2001 (I concur). She also hates a vintage lady’s Air Force jacket I picked up at an estate sale in 2003 (I do not concur).
At the end of our phone call, my mom said to me, “Well, at least you were brave enough to make fashion mistakes!”
At the end of the day, that’s all that matters.
But I’m pretty sure she still wishes I never dyed my hair blonde.
Do you make fashion choices your mom hates? What fashion and beauty lessons have you learned from your mom?