Hideous clothes that you always remember (teenage)

[recklessruby]

It s getting cold and I was looking through coats online when I found this monstrousity.
Last week I was agreeing with parents who called their teenagers ridiculous for refusing to wear a coat in bitter cold weather.
Now I so sympathise having remembered my mother buying me this horror in year 9.
It was long wine coloured and sectioned like picture.
I was a skinny kid and looked like a long and very cold earthworm.
This thing came off as soon as I approached the school gates and stayed in my bag till hometime (shoved in my locker).
So aibu to ask you to share coat or other clothing shame teen memories and to ask parents of teen dc to consult them before buying clothes of shame?
Here it is

I'm trying to find a way to destroy my parents photo albums to save my embarrassment.
Photos of me in....
Bay CY Rollers tartan outfits.
Jeans with 30" frayed hems.
Jumpsuits.
Ra-ra skirts with boob tubes.
Pedal pushers with matching jackets.
Shell suits.
Legwarmers.
A fun fur floor length coat with matching hat that made me look like a crazy russian.
Campri jacket and leggings.
It goes on.
She showed them to my kids and my shame is eternal 😂

Being required to wear a StTrinians style school gym slip (in stylish grey) at age 15.

Walking home was a misery, every perv for miles around used to come and gawp at us.

There was a lot of brown about in the mid to late 70s. I had a rust coloured cost with a furry collar, rust boots and a black dress with a rust and beige panel. I made a brown dress with flowers from a chiffon type fabric, it was so sheer I had to wear a petticoat! Not sure you can even buy petticoats these days. My best friend make a brown trevira circle skirt, which I can remember vividly - sitting on the floor hemmng it in a hurry as she was going on a date. She was wearing brown (of course) flat wide lace up shoes with a crepe sole! I also had a beige Simon shirt, which, let me tell you, was the height of fashion.

Plenty of paisley smock dresses in assorted colours, topped off with multicoloured cork wedge shoes. You had to paint the cork with clear nail varnish to stop it crumbling.

I had denim cork wedges with a daisy on them!

Oh I love this thread!

I was born in 1978 so turned 13 in 1991. As a younger child though I remember Bros shoes, big black chunky shoes, a purple animal print jumper dress from Dash, lots of neon matching outfits including cycling shorts with matching tops, ra ra skirts and waspi belts which were black thick stretchy belts often with a little zip in to put your money. MC Hammer pants, Joe Bloggs jeans and Benetton jumpers. White buckskin shoes at Easter every year ( I live in Liverpool where every occasion warranted a new outfit ) and acid tracksuits which were so comfy.

As a teen it got really expensive. I loved Oilily which is a Dutch brand still going today that i bought for dd until she was around 7. Naf Naf jacket and jumpers which were gorgeous and fluffy, Ton Sur Ton T-shirt’s and Benetton bags in every colour. Footwear was the brighter the better and I had pink leather Fila trainers and New Balance and Travel Fox which were £130 in 1992 which is mental. I loved clothes, still do. My dd is 9 and I wish I had kept some of my teen outfits for her!

These for school in the late 90s, with a very short skirt, shirt untucked and school tie short and stubby.

I used to constantly kick my own ankles in them

All my fashion disasters were hand-picked by me

Me and my mate bought the most hideous matching outfits as young teens... Boob tubes and trousers. Mine was lilac snake print. Hers was hot pink snake print (hello old friend, if you're reading). We made a lot of fashion errors together, but we thought we were on fire 😅. There were a lot of boob tubes and I had more than one pair of two-tone trousers. TWO-TONE TROUSERS! 😱😱.

We also used to skim through the Argos catalogue looking for jewellery gifts our boyfriends could buy us .

Oh and those trousers with a short skirt stitched on top?! I had a few of them...

I had a pair of those skirt trousers in a misty green colour which I wore with a brown hoodie 😅 I was always really pissed off my mum wouldn't let me buy clothes from Tammy girl because all my friends did but now I thank her for that

😂 @Henio that photo has just reminded me - I also had black cropped trousers with a bubblegum pink lace-up crotch... Good god. I was unstoppable.

There were also some disgusting matching tracksuits in sixth form. And everything was low rise so my arse was always hanging out.

My mum bought new from a catalogue. I was inwardly ungrateful for gold nylon roll necks, a green parka which even teachers commented on as being ' a bit big' for me, homemade clothes, clothes I had to make myself as 'sewing lessons'. Crochet ponchos and matching hats. Knitted jumpers. Nylon school trousers with elastic waist. Vests, petticoats.
The real horror of childhood was the shoes. When I was a size 3, my nan was a size 3. So I was given the ones nan didn't wear anymore. Brown shoes, corduroy shoes, oh God the humiliation still burns. Mum spotted a box of sale shoes once, they were £1. Awful, just awful. 2nd hand shoes from who knows where. Horrible.
I was 18 before I wore jeans. I bought them.
My mum also used to perm old ladies hair. That was the pattern for perming my fine, thin hair, 'to give it body'.
On the plus side, I have bought my dd's clothes from the places that mattered to them.

Wallabee shoes laces taken out stuffed with socks to bulk them and stop them slipping off the feet with a beige pair of long old man's socks wrinkled down from knee with school skirt.

Long ankle length patch work skirt with dm boots (often one boot of cherry red or purple on one foot and black dms on other foot) strappy vest top with a holey fisherman's jumper or cricket jumper in winter a tweed or crushed velvet jacket may complete the ensamble topped of with either a carpet bag from Oxfam or a Body Shop slogan bag.

I thought I was the bees knees in Early 1990s.

Patrick Cox loafers with over the knee socks, tiny cheap synthetic new look flippy skirt, strappy vest and hair gems that were on sort of springs. Wore a coat over it all but thighs and bum froze waiting for the night bus home.

I had a dress with shoulder pads (remember them) they were so wide they made my head look like a pea on a wall

@habibihabibi it was Rangers loafers in my neck of the woods. Preferably with the criss-cross stitching. Poorly made, the heels wore down in no time and one pair made me bleed but I would never surrender!

I used to shop in Tammy Girl, and had a mustard pair of taperred chinos that had this stripped turn ups.

I teamed this with a navy and mustard blouse with a huge broach that I wore at the neck with the collar popped up.

@BalloonSlayer

Ooh I had a poncho! My Mum crocheted it.

I was very proud of it.

I also had a muff.

No sniggering there at the back.

I had a red and white poncho.

And a home-made muff.

I went to school in Australia from 9 onwards and school uniforms are really strict. My summer uniform was similar to girls uniforms in Britain but tartan and had the school logo. My winter uniform was long sleeve white blouse with piping round the colour in the school colour and a tartan skirt or tunic with tights plus a blazer. Boys wore blue shorts and school logo polo shirt in the summer and tartan trousers with long sleeve shirt with school piping, tie and blazer in the winter. We also had a sport uniform, plus the backpack, summer hat, accessories like hair bands and coats.
Whenever my friends here see school photos of me they cannot believe that it was all public (state) school and that it's the norm all the way up to 18 over there.

@thereisonlyoneofme

I had a dress with shoulder pads (remember them) they were so wide they made my head look like a pea on a wall

This is my favourite comment.

I remember my mum coming home from M&S with a new outfit for me.

Brown corduroy knickerbockers and a matching brown corduroy waistcoat. This was in fact in 1991, not 1981.

I remember stuffing it to the very back of my wardrobe. When she asked me to wear it I literally begged on my knees through tears not to.

I don't know what she was thinking when she bought it. We had just moved to her dream Victorian house, maybe she was trying to dress me up like a Victorian child?!

I had a (fake) silk bright blue shirt with a massive pointy collar (70s collars were back).

There was also the purple velvet trousers.

The silk mini skirt/crop top/chunky heeled boots combo. Fjnshed off with the floppy velvet hat made popular by Blossom. There are photos of that particular ensemble.

Oh, 90s clothes. Long cheesecloth skirts, cheesecloth tops, and big big black boots. We thought we were so edgy. And crushed velvet, ugh. What did we see in it?

The girls who weren't in long fringed skirts mostly wore jeans with "bodies" ---those close fitting stretchy leotard tops that fastened with poppers underneath you.

As a child in the mid/late sixties I can remember my Mum making me psychedelic dresses. Think of swirly patterns in clashing colours and the circular ring zip was on the front of the dress. Yikes!
In the seventies, I also remember being partial to boys who wore Air Force Blue jackets (the colour was so flattering) which they bought from Army & Navy surplus stores

Up until I was about 15 I had absolutely horrific clothes, handed down or inherited from who knows where or sewed by my mother. She was neurotic about my weight (I was fine, stocky and a bit big bummed but with a tiny waist and no tummy) and she used to make me wear gathered skirts, to the knee, really full off a little narrow stiffened waist band with a little button at the back and a loose blouse tucked in. I looked horrific. I literally left the house as little as possible because I was so ashamed and dreaded non uniform days.

Then I was given a clothing allowance. I used to take it into the precinct, go to Top Shop and try on fitted things in size 8 (80s size 8) and sigh and wish I was allowed to show off my tiny waist and strut about in cute little narrow skirts. I had a secret life as power dressing secretary for 20 minutes a week in the mirrors of Top Shop and River Island. Then, because I was "fat", I would go to Mark One and buy black oversized billowing gothy things in this weird cheap black dye that smelt really weird if you sat in a sunny window.

I was born in 1974 so was a teen in the late 80s. I was quite happy with the little girl fashions but once I hit adolescence I just wanted a goth-y sort of look (not for everyone bit not particularly dated either ; am now 46 and most of my wardrobe is still black!)

This was a constant battle of wills with my mum who wanted me to dress like a middle aged secretary/ Lady Diana all the time. I wasn't even allowed a pair of jeans as "that's what dustmen wear". So it was all straight skirts, just below the knee (often corduroy or tartan, yuck), tan tights, blouses with proper collars or pussy bows and wool jumpers or the dreaded houndstooth jacket with massive shoulder pads. Oh and "court shoes" with big clumpy heels. Lady Diana haircut (didn't suit me at all. Mum convinced me it would look better with some "soft waves". Cue awful bubble perm identical to her own. I was allowed some pixie boots, not black like I wanted but a compromise of light grey. They had cute little bows on the back which mother promptly cut off because they "looked silly"

Some of the more fashionable stuff I got past her were black ski pants and those black batwing jumpers with neon coloured fruits knitted into the pattern (remember those? ) And black hat with brim that almost everyone of my age had, plus most popstars.

Ohhh, I did have a pair of burgundy corduroy knickerbockers as a pre-teen. Truly awful and worn with white tights and "new romantic" blouse. Awful!

I worse these triple platform converse, often with shiny pants and bright t shirts and a quiff 😞 fucking hell.