Week 1: Clogs are all the rage, for everyone but me!

Clogs are the new rage this fall season. I was lying on the couch, channel surfing the other day, when I stumbled upon the E Channel (well, I really didn't stumble as the E Channel, Bravo and all things Reality TV and Pop culture are where I spend most of my tv watching time) and the reporter was sharing that clogs are back!

My first thought was "Yipee!! I'm gettin me a couple pairs of them clogs!" And then I realized, oh no missy, you have to add that to your wish list as you are on a big fat fashion fast. But doesn't that defeat the purpose of the fast? If I start creating a list of all the things I want this coming fall and winter fashion season, only to binge after my fashion cleanse comes to an end, what have I really learned about myself? That I'm a big f-ing addict!! Hello, my name is Miss F and I'm addicted to shopping.

OK, this is getting a little too heavy, let's get back to talking about clogs. It takes me back to third grade (1979) when my  mom bought me my first pair of brown, leather clogs. I wore them with everything! Why not, they practically go with everything. After my clog craze, I became a teenager and was more concerned with my clothes fitting in rather than standing out. I can remember a time when I was a freshman in high school and wore something that I felt was really funky when one of the cigarette smoking rebels, Karen Cuomo, came up to me and said, "look at you, only you would dress like that". I wanted to crumble up into a little ball. I wish I had the self esteem and ego strength back then to not let her comments get to me. So, for awhile after that I blended in and stayed below the fashion radar. But not for too long. I found conforming to be soooo boring. And so what if it put me at risk of being the brunt of Karen Cuomo's mean comments.

Which takes me to my senior year (1989) when I skipped school and dragged my friends on a 40 minute bus ride from suburban New Jersey to New York City to find the perfect prom dress. It had to be unique, different and fashionably forward. I found the dress at Saks Fifth Ave. It was more than my mother could afford. However, even though she entrusted me with her credit card and I knew she would have a fit, it was worth taking the risk in the name of fashion! So, here it is folks, my strapless prom dress, teased out Jersey hair and some cut-out black gloves to round out the picture....

Miss F and her father- 1989

From clogs to strapless gown..back to clogs...the fashion wheel goes round and round...can't wait for the high hair to come back!

Miss F