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Twenty-Five Years Ago, I:
Went to the first day of first grade in a striped t-shirt and dungarees. All the other girls were in lacy girly dresses. I still think about this and go, WTF? I think I had it right, though I was mortified at the time. I mostly wore hand-me-downs, from whom I'm not sure. Pretty unisex, 1970s stuff. My mother embroidered my name on the chest of my zip-up hoodie, and used fabric paints to make my white Carter's exciting.

Twenty Years Ago, I:
Had my one and only haircut which involved layers. It was quite short and made me look like a boy. I justified it as rebellion from my father (who liked long hair on women) but it looked like ass for ages as it grew out. I got to chin-length bob, parted on the right, and have stayed here, essentially, ever since. (dear god, one haircut in twenty years!?!). In general, was dorky and just pre clothes-conscious (sixth grade – 7th everything changed. Well, not the dorkiness, just the consciousness).

Fifteen Years Ago, I:
Spent the fall semester in France. Learned the pleasures of agnes b. and cacharel and Galeries Lafayette. I had a striped t-shirt with blue and purple stripes, a flattering peter-pan collared blouse that made it seem as if I had breasts, and black suede shoes that tied with ribbons. I wore a wool cape, my mother's, as outerwear. Wore china flats a lot – it's a wonder I still have arches. Had long hair and bangs at this point, but still parted on the right.

Ten Years Ago, I:
Owned a pair of gold tights. I wore them with a short flippy black skirt and a white fisherman's sweater. God I loved those tights. I wore Doc Martens and jeans (Levi's 501s). I wore short skirts and black tights and cashmere cardigans from thrift stores. I owned no pants aside from jeans because I couldn't find any that fit me. I was in my senior year in college. This era fossilized "normal dressing" to me.

Five Years Ago, I:
Was living in Athens. While in the city doing library work, you'd see me in a pale-pink fitted linen blouse, grey knee-length skirt, and thong Birkenstocks. On trips I was in t-shirts and shorts or khakis, hiking boots, and carried my backpack with necessities like pocketknife, water bottle, flashlight, bug spray, sunscreen, etc. My husband cut my hair at Christmas – never again.

Three Years Ago, I:
Was sliding into serious dissertation-induced depression. Also, living in a poorly insulated house in New England, in winter, heated by cheapskates. As a result of all this, I lived in polarfleece and wool socks and a raspberry down vest. I often didn’t wear a bra all day. I often didn't leave the house all day. I grew my hair long and started parting it in the middle. This was not a good choice.

Yesterday, I:
Was planning to move books, and then roll around on the floor with small children, so dressed practical. Somewhat washed-out brown cotton straight-leg Gap trousers, which used to be my Big Pants (before pregnancy) then were too tight (right after pregnancy) and now are heading back to Big but not there yet. Pseudo-scandinavian sweater, red, by LLBean, and black clogs.

Today, I:
Got dressed up for work, unusually. Grey wool flat-front dress pants, a white pique blouse with princess seams and french cuffs. Alas not to own real cufflinks. Pearl-on-a-wire earrings. Because of fear of unexpected letdown, I have a cardigan around my waist, which is sort of ruining the tailored look. Red fake-ostrich Dansko clogs, for color. I'll change when I get home.

Tomorrow, I:
Might actually do a little work, instead of goofing off on LJ.

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