Hello, Buffalo Plaid. And so we meet again.
In the 80s you kept me warm and sloppy. And then--in an ironic twist--I wore you as a fancy jumper with a lace dickie and/or denim shirt. My most vivid memories of you are in mustard yellow--I don't know why. You were very thick and coarse. I think people of the grunge persuasion did not wash you. Ever. I remember you in purple and black with high-waisted and peg-legged--sorry, "skinny" jeans. One wonders, are they "jeans" if they are wool? And, perhaps even more perplexing--are they "jeans" if they are flannel? On thing is for sure--flannel "jeans" require an elastic waist band.
I can't help but envy the under-20s who are meeting you for the first time with no baggage, no incriminating pictures from school dances. And yet--though our relationship is complex and spans two decades--it is enduring and special.
And so I will let bygones be bygones. Can we start over? To plaid!
Here's someone I found on the internet who I think feels the same way. Look closely at the pants.
Hey young hipsters, this is how it really was. Do you dare go truly retro?