"I think that's brilliant," Katrina will say, barely able to suppress the admiration making her face visibly twitch. "So when acid-washed jeans come back, you'll be wearing them first."
Exactly.
Having seen bellbottoms and pastels and any number of similar fashion abominations come and go in my lifetime, I'll be damned if I'm throwing out my acid-washed jeans from 1989. I keep them in a plastic tub in a storage shed. They'll be back. It's only a matter of time and patience. It's like sitting on gold.
"And their waistline is what, again?" Katrina will ask, the expected wave of admiration so crushing, this time, that she physically braces against the table.
"32."
"Isn't that, like, your thigh measurement now?"
Yesterday I was in Home Depot and saw something I never thought I'd see return, in my lifetime or anyone else's. Yep, ghastly shag carpeting is back, folks. The horror, the horror. Now an entire new generation of kids can hunt in vain for the food that hit the floor and disappeared. Forever.
