Thursdays have become Throwback Thursday around the internet, or if you want to be down with the hashtaggery happening—of which I’m a willing and slightly addicted Instagram participant—#tbt.
Anyway, this post is basically an excuse to show you all a photo of D when he was in grade two and wore a crocheted vest for photo day. Crocheted! Like doilies that your Great-Auntie Phyllis gave you every year at Christmas even though you didn’t drink tea and were slightly creeped out by them thanks to having watched too many 1980s horror movies where all the Great-Aunts were axe-wielding, doily-knitting psychopaths living in drafty houses next to cemeteries. Just me?
I asked D if he was ok with me posting this photo:
Me: OHMYGOD that is the funniest picture. You are wearing a crocheted vest. My mother-in-law made it with love and slightly misguided intentions. I love my mother-in-law, but I’m glad she’s channeled her artistic side towards painting, is what I’m saying.
Me: Crocheted clothes were real? And what about your hair? Did you lose a fight with your brothers?
D: My bangs needed a trim and the scissors were lying there.
Me: I might post this. Are you fine with me posting this? You know what, I’m just going to post this, okay?
Most of our conversations run along these lines and it works for us. Whatever keeps your marriage hot, you guys.
So, here’s D … with his vest and Edward Scissorhands bangs:
And to be fair … here’s me wearing the t-shirt du jour with a collar that likely poked out a classmate’s eye.
You decide who committed the biggest fashion faux pas.
PS. My husband was a cutie.