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I have made a lifetime art out of thrift shopping.  Not “vintage shopping” (perusing carefully-edited collections of retro chic finery, cleaned and masterfully displayed  – although I love this too), but the down-and-dirty thriftiest of the thrift. Salvation Armies and Goodwills and the odd St. Vincent De Paul Society.  It takes strength and determination to wade through these gritty overstuffed racks, but it provides me endless enjoyment.  The sport of the chase. While I have found many vintage-store-worthy garments over the years, I have also logged a vast memory of spectacles that make me stop in shock and say, “What? Why? How?” Garments so bad I will remember them always…mostly late at night when thoughts of their horror keep me awake.  When I found (ok, created) a kindred thrift spirit in Alexis, it was clear we needed to document these atrocities.

However, much like my favorite-ever thrift store outfit, Pepe, sometimes I find something which stretches so far into wrong that it circles back around into very right. Something that sits on the delicate precipice separating amazingly bad from amazingly good.  Finding Pepe refers to the quest for garments that walk this line. While there are a few Pepes in this blog, the majority are just disasters.  I post these images as a warning.  Those who remain ignorant of history are doomed to repeat it.

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Silver Sensation

This type of fabric was developed so that garments can be made that look like crochet, without actually being crocheted.  It’s called “cut-and-sew knits.”  Don’t ask how I know this.  All I know this this particular cut-and-sew crochet fabric was probably designed to be used as curtains in a Jersey City brothel waiting room.  Instead some genius decided to make it into a shift dress with shoulder-padded jacket.

But the good thing about it is that it makes Alexis want to DAAAAANCE.

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Feeling Cute in My 3-Piece Suit

Let’s face it.  The 70’s are like shooting fish in a bucket.

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Looking Dreamy in Creamy

It tends to frustrate me while shopping for Pepe finds, to pull a hideous garment off a shelf, hand it to Alexis to model, and find that it instantly looks fantastic on her perfect bod despite the heinousness of the design.  This has happened too many times to count, for instance, the Lime Green Formalwear, the Pastel Suit, and countless others yet to be posted.

Once in a blue moon I find one that fits and flatters me quite perfectly.  But instead of it being something like this…

The one that fits and flatters on me looks more like this….

But on the bright side, I think I used to own this dress in it’s first life, as a pillowcase.

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Return of the Sisterwife

I don’t have to say much about this dress.  So I won’t.  Except to say that I did actually wear something similar when I was about 11.  But I was 11 and it was the early 80’s.  This dress is made for an adult, and seems pretty new.

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Ode to a Sweatervest

Ode to a Sweatervest

O sweatervest that hast no voice, confide to me a voice,
O harvest of the closet — O boundless knitted sack,
O lavish appliqued scarecrow design — O infinite teeming autumnal embroidery,
A song to narrate thee.

All gather and all harvest ..

Harvest the yarn of Ohio, Illinois, Wisconsin, every heathered skein under thee,
Harvest the felt of Missouri, Kentucky, Tennessee, each sheet in its maize and orange glory,
Gather the gingham to myriad hat and scarf shapes in the odorous design,
Buttons to their plackets, swirly green leaf patterns of Michigan, to the fronts;
Gather the cotton in Mississippi or Alabama, knit then embellish
The golden curly fake straw hair of Georgia and the Carolinas,
Clip the wool of California or Pennsylvania,
Cut the boxy shape in the Middle States, or add brown yarny trim to the Borders,
Knit the crows and puff the leaves, or embroider flowers from the fields or bunches of pumpkins from the vines,
Or aught that defies fashion in all these States or North or South,
Under the beaming “Pumpkin Patch” sign and under thee.

Pepe (heavily inspired by Walt Whitman)

I was so moved by this sweatervest to create poetry that I nearly didn’t notice how Alexis has masterfully combined the garment with capri-length red-and-white checked baggy overalls.  View the full outfit here

And if you’d like to read Walt Whitman’s Ode to the Harvest, without my, er, edits, you can view it here

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Shorts Suit Special

There was this time just after the 80’s when the we felt a rustling of change in the stratosphere.  When Pearl Jam and Nirvana were starting to steal the airwaves from Debbie Gibson and New Kids on the Block.  The Berlin wall had just come down, the technological revolution was starting, and “independent” became the new buzzword.  For some inexplicable reason, this was also the time when drapey, baggy shorts crafted from shiny polyester became acceptable as businesswear.  Suits with matching jackets and shorts were seen on everyone from Julia Roberts in her Pretty Woman hotel exit scene, to the girl next door to, I’ll admit it, me.  Somewhere during this time a designer dreamed up this outfit.  Not content to simply slap the face of fine fashion with the shorts and jacket combo, this designer decided to cut the short-sleeved jacket from an aztec-inspired monstrosity of printed poly rayon and add a mock blouse to the mix.  There are not many things I like less on garments than faux/mock bits of ridiculousness.  As far as I’m concerned, if it’s going to look like a pocket, it better fucking well be a pocket.  Why this “blouse” which is really just a triangle of fabric tacked to the interior of the jacket opening needs to have functional buttons is beyond me.  All I know is I want to grab it by the scruff of the seams and scream, “What are you!”  “Why are you here!”  “Tell me the truth goddammit stop lying for once in your life and own up to it.  You are not a blouse. I know it.  They know it.  The whole world can see it.  Just. Be. Honest!”

Or maybe I’m just pissed off because I look so stupid in this picture.  What’s with the double-chin?  Yuck.

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Enmeshed

Mommy make it stop!  Please make it not be a shit-brown background with gigantic muted blue and tan roses and swirly swashes of orange and puke green.  Please make the atrocious pattern not be printed on stretch mesh.  And please please make it not be fashioned into a shapeless floor-length sack dress with short sleeves!  I need a few minutes to recover from this one.  Or at least some vodka.

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Seersuckered

I spend enough time bemoaning the crappy construction of garments I find, so when I stumble across one that is well-made, but in the worst way, it makes me weepy.  There is so much that went right in the construction of this dress.  The quality of the fabric is sturdy yet soft, the stripes are matched up perfectly on the bias seams.  The buttons are closely-spaced with strong buttonholes.  The pockets are functional, the gathering on the skirt is deliberately placed and symmetrical.  The collar stands in place.  This dress is quality in every way.  Every way except one (ouch my eyes!).  It’s the super-sweet-but-unattractive guy friend of the fashion world.  It makes me feel like this.

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Scissor Shredded Sister

There are a lot of things I don’t understand about this world.  I dont understand how people can be cruel to children.  I don’t understand why people think God wants them to wage war.  I don’t understand why the ads on MTV in the 80’s had no sound. And I don’t understand why anyone ever thought that creating fringe by cutting long raggedy strips of t-shirt fabric might be a good idea.

That this catastrophe of an outfit could have gone into production confounds me.  There were so many wrong decisions along the way.  From the person who invented the cotton jersey fringe, to the person who decided to use that fringe to adorn an oversized tomato red T-shirt, to the person who decided to design matching slightly baggy legging/pants, to the person who decided that it would be ok to manufacture that concoction of bad decisions, to the person who decided to purchase that manufactured concoction of bad decisions for their shop, to the person who decided to purchase the purchased manufactured concoction of bad decisions for their own wardrobe…  An entire chain of supply-side economic process and not once did someone say “Whoa.  Wait a minute.  We are putting a tomato-red oversized T-shirt with shredded cotton jersey fringe and matching baggy legging pants into the universe.  Is this ok?”  Not one person.

However, I can’t altogether disagree with the nailhead studs haphazardly dotted across the neckline and fringe.  It makes me think that somewhere along the line someone did try to save us from this.  That person failed.

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Hairy Jacket

Alexis is smiling so sweetly while she models this hairy leopard print blouse/jacket.  Little was she to know that seconds later this garment prickled to life and devoured her, limb by limb, in a symphony of carnage the likes of which humankind hasn’t witnessed since the Gauls vs Romans.  I had little time to mourn the loss of my friend, and, after a brief flirtation with guilt-ridden thoughts that perhaps I shouldn’t have asked Alexis to model this dangerous-looking ensemble in the first place, I decided to hightail it out of Baltimore before the police and Salvation Army started asking questions.  I made a beeline for my car, but only after quickly scanning the display case at the counter for vintage accessories, selecting and purchasing a cute 1950’s mother of pearl cocktail purse (so “now”!)

As I made my way through a labyrinth of Baltimore brownstones unaided by GPS my subconscious alternated between stylized visions of The Wire, and painful flashbacks of that day’s thrifty massacre.  I tried to remember how it all started…

“Oh my.”  I said, “You need to try on that hairy one?”

“Which hairy one… this?” Alexis responded, indicating an outdated, but not thoroughly off-base angora sweater.

“No.  The hairy one.” I emphasized, motioning to the murderous caftan.

“Ooooh.  The hairy one.”

And seconds later it was the end.  If only I’d let her try on the angora.  Sigh.

Disclaimer:  No Alexises were harmed in the writing of this blog post.  I can’t make the same promise about leopards.  Or Omar.

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