"She could be a farmer in those clothes."

     I was recently browsing the racks at Marshall's, when I saw the most terrifying rack of clothing. The horror music played, the audience screamed at me "No! Don't go there! Run away!", and the acid wash overalls were suddenly staring me down.

        I truly believe almost everyone looks frumpy in overalls. Would you like evidence of this? Follow this link to Modcloth's overalls selection; beautiful girls wearing disgusting, awkward, overalls. You need to see more? Alright, here's a link to the WetSeal website, where they are recreating the nightmare clothing of my youth.

       My personal experience with this farm inspired fashion stems back to my adolescence. I had an awkward junior high experience; partly because most teenagers are awkward, but also because I wore overalls almost every single day. I was a fat kid, and conveniently, over-sized overalls covered my stomach and I believed that they hid my flaws. Nope, they just made me MUCH more awkward. There I am, fourteen years old, the only brass player in a string ensemble, front and center, in my overalls.

Was I just a band nerd? No. I was actually active as a kid, there I am in the yearbook page for volleyball towards the bottom right corner, in my overalls.

     This yearbook spread is from 1998, my eighth grade year. We really didn't take "selfies" back then, so it was hard to tell what you really looked like, unless you followed the Cher method from Clueless where she takes Polaroids because she doesn't trust mirrors. The only time we saw pictures of ourselves was after we took our roll of film to be developed, which could be months or years because it's a frivolous pain to have photos developed, or we waited for the yearbook spread. In my head, I was stylish, but the moment I saw myself in those photos I vowed to never wear overalls again; it has been sixteen years and the acid wash denim rack at Marshalls did not sway me from this decision.

Thatcher Jacket from Anthropologie

This woman's shouting review about this jacket makes me eternally grateful for my mother, who never once implied that I needed to buy a larger size at age eighteen because by nineteen I would be too fat to wear the one that fit. However, considering the daughter's choice to pair it with a black mini, maybe 123PATRICE thought her kid would be knocked up in a year? I still want this coat for my closet. I hope I too "LOVE LOVE IT."