I believe there was a day, circa 1992, when I may have been looking through my parents’ high school year book, and I may have been quoted as saying, “Mom, I can’t believe you wore bell bottoms. Those are atrocious. I will never, ever in my life wear those or anything like them.”
And in her wisdom, she said, “I’m going to write down those words you just said.” She may have also had it notarized.
And then the fashion industry got all clever, re introducing a subtle version of bell bottoms in the name of ‘boot cut.’ And I fell right into their mind game, one small step at a time.
And today, I’m wearing real deal bell bottoms. And, by the way, loving them.
It’s a good thing I didn’t make a lot of my life’s greatest decisions at age 13.