eternal style icons: winnie cooper and cheerleaders

a million and a half years ago, i was a cheerleader. i'd played softball, basketball, soccer (for one year), track, flag football, gymnastics, jazz, ballet and volleyball by the time i decided to try out. i wasn't a natural athlete but i had this belief that i should do as many sports as possible (it may have had something to do with the midwest).

i hated high school. hated, hated, hated high school.

and, i was a cheerleader!

i was such a double agent. not in the sense that i actually reported to other people how it was being a cheerleader--my closest friends at the time actually found it mortifying and embarrassing that i was a cheerleader. i just felt like such an idiot all the time.

the reason i bring this all up, actually, is this.

when i was in high school, nothing was in fashion. i think it was the ending of the second coming of bell-bottoms and the beginning of a punk-as-mainstream movement. i either got clothes from the goodwill or the village or value city and ugly clothes, at that, and i did wear a school-girl outfit just because i liked how it looked. but, i loved my cheerleading uniform. actually, i loved it for one year, because for one year we had the pleated skirts with stark contrast trim at the bottom and i loved how truly american high school they looked (even though i hated high school). then the following year our skirts got tighter (no pleats) and shorter. i felt like the only one (besides heather, perhaps) who didn't want lots of things hanging out.

i would love to wear typical american high school looks. i wished we would've had uniforms at my school because it's such a classic look.

so now i'm remembering my fashion icons...