Welcome to Fine Lines!
I knew from an early age there was no excuse for bad fashion.
Go-go boots? Had to have them. (Bless my parents, penny-pinching grad students that they were, who realized there are some things a girl's just gotta have.)
Clogs? I proudly stomped down the high school halls before anyone knew what they were. And let's not forget the Betsey Johnson elephant-bell coral cords or the neon tights that brought a stern warning from the principal. (They were too distracting.)
Thirty-five years later I'm still devouring fashion magazines, searching for a style that screams "me."
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