"Victim"? Yeah. Thanks, Mom.

You must have been a fashion victim at least once in your life. What hideous blunder did you commit? 
Submitted by Tina. 

It wasn't my fault my mom refused to let me wear knee socks and insisted on dressing me in cute clothes and little white ankle socks. I took a lot of teasing for that. Ironically, little white ankle socks were all the rage when my daughter was in school. I cringed to buy them for her, but she insisted. Those damned socks haunt me to this day.

Okay, I'll admit to making a few "whoopses" on my own. This might be considered one:

Layers, Stripes, and Earth Tones

I thought it was cute.

Damn. My eighteen-year-old just looked over my shoulder and told me how pretty I was. She thinks it's a good look. Guess I'll have to search harder...

Oh, I know - how about the time my hair exploded? Does exploding hair count as a fashion disaster?

Exploding Hair?

It should. Glad I found this; K. was wondering why she shouldn't get her hair permed. I think I just made my point, don't you?

Hmm...

Can't find any pictures of me wiggling my toes in toe socks. Besides, I'll never admit those were a "fashion disaster." Quirky fashion statement or expression of herd-animal individuality, perhaps. Whatever they were, those rainbow striped toe socks just need to come back. Now.

Can't find any pictures of me in little white ankle socks and I'm admittedly not lookin' real hard to find pictures of me in my middle-school uniforms. Most of these albums are full of pictures of my kids. I spent way too much time hiding behind the camera, on the wrong side of the lens, here. There are whole years of my evolution as a less-than-fashionable woman missing. Oh, here we go! WTF is this?

Fashion Victim or Perpetrator of a Fashion Crime?

This, folks, is what happens when you start focusing on the kids, and forget to do a reality check in the mirror. Remember "Units"? Well, that's what's on the bottom half, anyway. The top half is a cute little striped maternity shirt. Yes, that baby's about four months old, right there - so why in the name of all that's holy am I wearing a maternity shirt with Units? Because it struck me funny that the shirt perfectly matched a striped onesie (not pictured here) that someone bought for my daughter, that's why. If you ever needed a reason to eschew mothers and daughters dressing alike, here you go. I suppose my excuse for wearing the Units pants and cummerbund is that I wanted to prove something, to someone (posterity?) that I had, in fact, lost most of the baby weight and regained my waist. Sadly, there's still that weird bulge on my right thigh...

And I've got the weird hair thing going on, again.

I don't think it was but a year or so later when my long-suffering hairstylist said to me, "Play with your hair color. Get highlights. Get a whole new cut. But if you get one more perm, I swear to G-d I'm not your hairstylist anymore." I finally learned my lesson. Straight hair is good. Straight hair is sexy. Straight hair is a whole lot less likely to leave you feeling like your hair exploded.

Here you go - here's the only excuse good enough to excuse that fashion disaster:

Twinkies: Like Mother, Like Daughter

I guess that excuses a lot of things. Sorry, Baby.  Seemed like a good idea at the time.