I was the offspring of mommy jeans and a boyfriend card; I adored my Grannypanties, and lived for meggings and a biketard. When I was sad, I got Dolman sleeves; my shrug shrunk, sometimes even my top would trapeze. Eventually I went double breasted and found a sweet heart neck, despite some serious high-water jeans neglect. I mean, I knew it was only an illusion bodice in college, I got the whole pencil point, clutched a codpiece and got a job, munching a baguette bag, pure messenger geek. And I felt for: the hobo, circling skirt and heroin chic. They’ll … Continue reading What Fashioned Me, by Merridawn Duckler