Following on from Uncle Mick's thread about the supposed lack of style in Accrington, what outfit from your past now makes you cringe?
You know the one.
The thing you strutted your stuff in, thinking you were so hot you left a trail of smoke behind you, but that now makes you think why did anyone let me leave the house like that.
To save peoples blushes we won't expect attached photograhs, a written description of your fashion nightmare will suffice.
Being an art student in the early eighties, doing a degree in fashion and textiles I have many memorable outfits.
I suppose the most cringeworthy was worn for a nightout in Preston, which wasn't to bad in the Warehouse nightclub, but which raised some eyebrows in the pubs before we got there.
Outfit-
Espadrilles worn without any socks. It was snowing and they slowly unravelled as the night wore on.
Old men's stripey pyjamas bought in Dr. Barnardos, which still had old men's stains in the crutch area.
A floor length sleeveless white coat I'd made myself. This was decorated with photographs of myself, sewn onto the coat in plastic envelopes. The whole thing was painted in red enamel paint to look like dripping blood, and the words 'I am not an elephant' (in French) painted on the back.
A big hat, that Ken Dod's Diddy men might have worn, topped of this jaunty look.
Accessorised by blood splattered gloves, and make up with boot polish eyes to look like sunglasses.
Parfum- Lagerfeld by Lagerfeld.
Come on. When did you last wear your Ra-ra skirt, Fame leg warmers and boob tube all at the same time?