Supposed Worst Fashions

Long time Fashion Me Fabulous readers know that we like to read and review fashion books. When I saw Worst Fashions: What We Shouldn't Have Worn...But Did by Catherine Horwood on my library list, I was excited. I thought it would be a great laugh over snap crotch body suits, sagging pants, and orange spray on tans, or historical messes like Victorian corsets or eighteenth century powdered wigs. Instead, Ms. Horwood seems to cling to fashion rules of the 1940s and 50s and abhors having grown up in the 60s and 70s.

While becca and I agree with the author on paper dresses, unisex outfits, logos, fanny packs, hotpants, plastic clothes, and sweat suits worn out of the gym, Worst Fashions is primarily a cautionary tale of how too many personal fashion rules can eliminate the fun of getting dressed.

Bad fashion is something that is incredibly impractical or constantly threatens to expose your personal bits. Something is not bad fashion just because it's not your taste or made or someone with a different body than yours. Since there are exceptions to every rule, it's better to say "This item isn't for me," than to completely ban things from your wardrobe like Ms. Horwood has with many fashion staples.

Expect becca and I to be posting some rants in the next couple weeks about Worst Fashions' choices. While we certainly wouldn't want anyone to waste their time reading this book, it does contain a cautionary tale to be told.

It's a good rule of thumb to not wear living things,
like these goldfish disco platforms.