I really wish someone had called the Fashion Police when I was in my teens, I really do. I've posted before on how I used to resemble Deirdre Barlow when I was younger. I'm sure Mini Cheddar will laugh her socks off when she sees old photos of Mummy.
The theme of the Tots 100 Blog Hop this month is fashion shame. I've been wanting to join in with this for a while but I managed to dig out well over 30 photos! Tots have asked for one. I had a mammoth task whittling it down to one I can tell you...now that's shame in itself.
So, for my entry I've picked this fashion delight:
It's not just the dodgy perm and the Deirdre Barlow specs...I'm wearing a reasonably okay skirt if I'm honest but I've decided to team it up with braces, a white polo shirt and white stilettos! What? Also, look at the pose...I'm seriously trying my best to look cool. No Heather, face it...you were in Ibiza with your parents - you were far from cool.
For more dodgy photos from the hall of fashion shame, check out the Tots 100 blog.
Also, because I'm all for embarrassing myself in the name of blogging and I have an abundance of seriously dodgy fashion photos, here are some more gems for your perusal:
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| Another holiday shot...always been a Depeche Mode fan, nothing wrong there. But WTF am I doing with a toy mouse on my shoulder? Also note the frizzy hair, complete with bow and the seriously dodgy cheap shades. What a winner! |
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| Another holiday shot - Turkey I think this time. Not only did my parents let me sit on waiters knees but they also let them tickle me! Or maybe they are taking the pee because I appear to wearing some sort of white and pink trouser and jacket combo. Cool Heather, cool. |
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| More present day this time - my 30th birthday in Edinburgh. After a night dancing at Po Na Na I decide I'm hungry back at the hotel so chuck any random items of clothing on to make the rather drunk walk to McDonalds. |
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| Deirdre is back and this time she's sporting a rebel crucifix earring and a rather naval looking jumper. |
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| Giving Warrior from Gladiators a run for his money in the tanning stakes (in my defence I'd just come back from holiday). I'm also giving Simon Cowell a run for his money with my high-wasted jeans. Check out my leather jacket and that awful wooly style top (it was short-sleeved too!). |
