Sometimes I get clothing catalogs that are just plain rude. I’m only in my early 40’s yet I am on some lists that have identified me as a shrinking old woman who simply doesn’t want to get in anyone’s way, with every color bland, every fabric linen, and every single edge, including the pockets flowy. Or, that I am interested in St. John-style outfits, sensible and “sharp” to perhaps wear to the country club holiday breakfast or a business dinner with my husband.

Do you remember Delia*s? I loved getting it in the mail when I was a youth. I didn’t order much if anything from it, but still, I pored over it because the catalog taught me what a girl should be in the 1990’s:

What I loved about that era was how it advertised clothes for girls unafraid to stand out, look goofy, and be loud (literally and in terms of style.) Of course, I was afraid to stand out, look goofy and be loud back then, but I still appreciated the sentiment that I might not be.

Now, compare that to the messages from the catalogs I get now:

I know it would be ridiculous these days to be marketed clothes and models in Delia*s poses, but still, I’d like some nod to the ‘90’s girl within. Maybe the woman in an Athleta skort could pretend to scream, or an Eileen Fisher model could just give a low middle-finger, it grazing the faint idea of a leg outline through her black flowing linen dress.

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