Plaid reporter hats. My family name's 'official' Scottish plaid as a jacket. Baggy women's jeans. A woman's wallet with my name on it. My GF makes fun of my stonewashed jeans that I still wear now

Wear 'em til they disintegrate.

A shiny silver aluminum looking 'Trans Am' jacket, with embroidered firebird emblems in the late 70's. One wag called me "Captain Zap".

T-shirts with the both the sleeves and bottom riff cut off in the early 80's.

Dingo boots with ring harness and Wrangler jeans in the mid-late 70's.

On a positive note: I never wore the leisure suit my parents bought me, and desperately wanted me to wear.

and the heckles were annoying, so much for fashion, LOL!

I had one of those. It was pink paisley, too. How could I have worn such a thing?

where I used to wear silk shirts in really bright colors with hideous 1970s ties I'd stolen from my grandfather's closet, a pair of navy-blue Sperry Docksiders, khaki Dockers which hung baggy, no belt and I had what could only be described as a "penis-cut" haircut. There are school pictures of this from sophomore year that are immortalized forever. In retrospect, this probably explains why I couldn't get a date sophomore year of HS.

I'm a computer geek. That often involves crawling around on the floor under tables or up in ceilings to string cables and why do I need a fucking suit to sit in front of a computer completely focused on code to the point of going without food and delaying much needed piss breaks?

Panty hose, and a dress. I dare you.

You have NOTHING on me in your suit baby.

I was so glad when our company finally decided it was cheaper to hire a BICSI certified company to make the big runs.

But I still got a crimper and some cat5 heads in my bag for emergencies.

The funny thing is I LIKE getting dressed up for work - not that I do it often. I don't wear a suit to work but I will wear dressier pants and long sleeved shirts and I am kind of a shoe snob on occasion. But most of the time it's dockers and polo - still feel a little civil but it doesn't hurt if I have to get down under a desk.



Also, my athletic socks still go to my knees but I no longer wear shorts that stop just below my nutsack.


I do plan to get a full dress kilt in my family tartan though. I would wear it to work but I just know the day I do is the day I HAVE to climb ladders and climb under desks to run cable.

And can climb under a desk in a skirt because I had the misfortune to be dressed exactly thus one day when half of a the major portion of the Accounting department failed a day before Tax Day.

Three inch heels. Fairly modest dress, but still, a dress. Climbed under every one of those MF nodes, reset them, and reprogrammed them. I was there for several hours. I went home with a broken nail, panty hose with a run in them and dust everywhere.

And crimpers are standard issue as is a cable tester. If you don't have one in your bag, you aren't fit to call yourself a Network Engineer.

this only confirms my belief.

we got rid of all our jetdirects several years ago - I think I can remember how to reset one to factory defaults...I thought we could web into ours...lol, I don't remember. I might could still telnet into a Lantronix though - if we had any more of them to worry about...

You aren't fit to call yourself a Network Engineer




Oh, and TL1- EVERYBODY should know TL1

Seems like men have the same trouble we ladies do--as you age everything either gets gray or else it sags and starts to hang lower...






Laura

the terrible thing is that really doesn't bother us guys so much. I reckon since it's it's much less obvious. And at the point someone else discovers the hang-low, well, if we are that far into it, it probably doesn't matter then either.

I live in Florida so I wear a lot of cargo shorts and Teva sandals. It's too hot for pants and shoes.


Probably have to get lightweight wool for my kilt too.

or that a thread will get hijacked by network engineers. Damn you guys say some funny ass stuff.

There was an especially hideous dress with a collar like a sail, made of a weird polyester knit - it was sort of oddly spongey and didn't drape, but had a defined shape of its own. And there was the mustard-yellow blouse that laced up the front and had big poofy sleeves. There were other items, but those stand out in my memory, like an acid flashback.

The '70s was the dark ages of fashion.

Nuff said.

with the useless straps around the ankle. I also seem to remember a horrible pair of Britannia jeans made to look as if they were entirely made of patches. It WAS the 1970s, after all.

They were beyond ugly and I actually wore those out in public. I can feel my face turning red just talking about them.



Laura

... and fluorescent shirts were the worst, even though I did do the headband thing too.

stretch pants. The one's I had were Raider ones, so I looked half human, half zebra. To be honest though, I didn't pick it out, and I was a very fat kid and those pants were the only ones I could fit into(also had a pair of KC Chief ones).

I had been wearing lycra bathing suits (pre-Speedos) then one day I got in the pool and the water was cold and I got a massive erection. My mother ROFL'd and I swore I'd never wear them again and next time we were at the store got a really oversized swimsuit. My father was wearing a smaller size.

I'm back in Speedos now.

But my hair? Oh god. I had some bad hair.

Edit: Oh wait. Z Cavariccis. In khaki.

That is all.

I feel your pain. My mother attempted to force me in them and sandals, but I cried so hard they let me wear my jeans and boots.

and DEFINITELY not shorts - so the girls PE classes all wore culottes.

and, like their dresses, could be no higher than 1 inch below the bottom of the kneecap.

We were still allowed to wear pants because it got cold in the winter. Maybe I'm a tad younger. I think it was a freeze that had two kids nearly freeze to death at the bus stop that put an end to the "regulation clothing" only stuff, since we were in the South, and when cold hit us, it hit us hard.

and in Dallas...we had cold days, even snow days on occasion, but I never heard of them even considering letting the girls wear pants. They were always free to wear longer dresses and more stockings I reckon.

I don't envy girls in that kind of environment. Y'all had to put up with some mighty stupid shit.

Of course, I was 10 at the time. My aunt bought me a stunning SCREAMING yellow denim twinset--culottes and a vest--from a gift shop at a DisneyWorld hotel (maybe the Contemporary, when it was new and cool?) I wore it all of once, realized I looked like a giant egg yolk (I wouldn't slim down till I was 12), and buried the set deep in my closet.

And then I was jealous when my mother gave them to a neighbor kid, and the girl's mother spruced up the vest with embroidery and it actually looked good on her. Harumph!

My mother actually spruced up our clothing, too. She is just wonderful, but nothing could fix coulottes. She was basically - "Let these children wear enough pants that they aren't freezing to death, and quit pretending that this is some island community where women don't need to be warm."

I swear to goodness she said it. Never been so proud of my Mother.

Indian blanket ponchos, desert boots, leather head bands, huge bell bottoms, my favorite pair were orange, chamois skirt with leather halter top, then came Danskin disco skirts and tops and the make-up to go with. I didn't see the sense of classic clothing until my later college years. The thing is, I am not embarrassed, I wish I had been more outrageous in my youth.

I was in my late 20s - early 30s.
The Beatle Boots with high heels.
Gave me metatarsal foot problems for years.
The double knit polyester 'Leisure Suit'.
Paisley shirts.
Super wide ties whose knot was as big as my fist.
At least I never had a Nehru jacket.


At some point back then I affected an ascot at times.
whew

Before that, when I was a teen in the 50s, the pink and black rage.
Pink shirt, black super-pegged pants.
Pink suede belt about 1/4" wide.
I always wondered how that got started and what we were thinking?

they aren't "loud" paisley though - just black with muted dark grey patterns.

My wife loves paisley and is determined to see me in it and I don't object enough to thwart her plans.

Certainly not like when she runs off to another aisle in the grocery store to get something we forgot and I take advantage of the brief, unsupervised time period to hide the broccoli behind a shelf full of coffee.

I reeeeeeeally object to broccoli.

It wasn't one of those wide ones. It was a narrow strip of braided gold lamé and I felt like Cher, lol.

I wore it to a dance and it was very fashion forward for my little rural town.

On the other side of the coin were those painters pants that had little fruits all over them. WHO came up with that?

I cannot stand to look at my childhood pics....my Mom, God love her, dressed me like a freaking clown! Not to mention the fact that my hair sucked and I was 5'11" by the time I was in 6th grade.

permanently damaged

I went to Zodys, the local, low level Kmart type store at the time and got what I thought was hip and cool and would get me girls.

I found, even back then, Zodys style would get me more laughs than girls.

And I cringe to think that 80s fashions (colored skinny jeans, baggy tops, etc) are coming back.

I think the worst was a pair of electric blue jeans.

dress bodice.