What I always say is, "Take lots of pictures."
:D
In 20 years, whatever the style today, they'll be groaning, "I can't BELIEVE you let me dress that way!"
My Mother *tried* her best, but "let me" was never a part of my vocabulary... <g>
There's a photo of me, snapped by some amateur U-campus photographer (and I hope he rots in h... <g>) in the winter of '69... A really *big* fur hat (de rigeur at that moment in Poland), a really tightly-fitting winter coat (ditto) which ended about 6" above the knee (but still covered the skirt, if you please <g>), a pair of really high boots ("spoils" of the '68 UK summer), and a really fierce scowl on my face (no wonder; "below freezing" covers a multitude of temperatures <g>). The photo was displayed -- for full 4 weeks! -- near the main entrance to the U, in the "U-news", 50m-long, glassed-in show-case. That the photographer had no clue as to my identity (the caption was: "a focused student, on her way to class") and that it was but a small part of the "news" (hopefully, not many people eve noticed it) was a mercy... :)
The pictures will also be great for showing to their children.
I retrieved the photo as soon as the display changed... Luckily for the photographer, I never disovered *his* identity, either... But I hid it from *everyone* -- my parents, my DH, my son -- none of them ever saw it. Didn't throw it away, though; like the "messed up" samples of laces, it reminds *me* of past mistakes, hopefully never to be repeated. It also teaches me humility, and forbearance towards other "young ones", equally misguided in their pursuit of "fitting"...
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Tamara P Duvall
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Formerly of Warsaw, Poland
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