My husband and I were cleaning out the garage this weekend and came across more boxes of old photos that were just stored in no particular order. One box had photos from 1950 to the recent past all lumped in together. In sorting through them, I first noticed the cool jacket and dress my Mom was wearing in this 1950's photo of her and my Dad in Mexico.
Then I found this photo of me wearing a blonde wig and another cool dress from when I was probably about 10-12 years old and going through my "phat and sassy" phase.
Next, I found this photo of myself in 1977, modeling my hand painted Weirdo's mini-skirt. Yes, those are paint smears from the skirt on my arms and face.
And last, I found this photo of my daughter, Snow, modeling her Betty Blowtorch tee and striking her rock star pose.
I think this is pretty conclusive evidence that weird fashion sense is somehow genetically pre-determined.