Bronwyn Green

The Corner of Quirky & Kinky

NNClothes com defines nostalgic as: experiencing or exhibiting nostalgia, a sentimental or wistful yearningfor the happiness felt in a former place, time, or situation.

Now, these pictures I’m about to show you are less about nostalgia and more about, sweet jesus, mom – what the hell were you thinking?! 

My childhood seems to have involved an inordinate amount of plaid. And not even good plaid.

Welcome to my nightmare, dear reader.

First up, is this hideous pink and blue number.

Me - swing

Oh look. More plaid. And ukuleles. And possibly my cousin Howie. Clearly, I knew well enough to hide under this table while wearing this ensemble.

Me - plaid jumper

Not plaid, but…yeah. So this is a thing that happened. However, my Aunt Malita looks freaking fab in that Twiggy sort of way – so there’s that.


Okay, so this little hand knitted green dress isn’t terrible.

Me - Tim Christmas

Okay, so I’m not in plaid, here. But my brother is. I can only assume my mom made some sort of plaid-related pact with a crossroads demon, and one of us had to be in plaid at all times.  Also, check those orthopedic saddle shoes. Nothing says carefree summer fun like saddle shoes.

Me and Tim hugging by the garage

But what’s this? MORE PLAID. (I feel like my demonic expression is directly linked to the amount of questionable plaid in my life.


Plaid mini-kilt? Check.

Oversized uglyass hat? Check.

(No, really, mom. What were you people thinking?)

Me - Ridiculous hat - croppped

Looking at this picture, you might be lulled into a false sense of plaidless security, like I was.

But nope. Pink and aqua plaid pants. Who does that to a child?! 

Monsters. That’s who.

Also, I think that’s my cousin’s creepyass Mrs. Beasley doll reaching for me in the lower right hand corner. I think we can all agree that this was a near miss.

Me - Chrissy Doll

No plaid here, but I think we can all agree that these horrendous gold and green floral pants are even worse.

Me, Tim and Lucas

At this point, you can’t possibly be surprised by the hideousness of these pants. And do be sure to notice my uncle’s girlfriend’s coordinating plaid maxi dress. I assume Rosie picked out her own clothes and wore that on purpose.

Me - plaid pants

This tour of my fashion challenged childhood was brought to you by the letter “P” for plaid (obviously) and the number “7” for seven hideous plaids (“8” if you count Rosie’s.).

Be sure to check out Jessica and Gwen’s posts. Hopefully, their parents were kinder.


8 thoughts on “Nostalgic Notes: Clothes

  1. You went from plaid to tie-dye. You know it’s true. You are not a one dimension color person. Organized pattern or mushed up swatches – you’re all about color.

    1. Bronwyn says:

      I really don’t have a lot of solid color clothing, do I?

  2. Alex Kourvo says:

    Ah, the 70s was such a fashion-challenged decade.

    1. Bronwyn says:

      So very challenged…

  3. Pansy Petal says:

    LOL! I remember the plaid seventies well. Think green plaid, hip-hugging, bell bottoms. I shutter now to think of them. But yes, teenage me rocked those puppies!

    You were a cute kid – plaid and all.

    1. Bronwyn says:

      Awwww, thanks! 🙂

  4. Gwen Cease says:

    OMG! I loved your plaid. At least you weren’t wearing a plaid tube top! And the red dress . . . I’m sorry I thought it was a nightgown until I got a closer look and realized it was a wedding. Whoops. Yep, the only people who can judge the 70s are those of us who were forced to dress during that era.

    1. Bronwyn says:

      OMG! A plaid tube top! I wonder if such a thing existed! *to the google machine*

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