Hot, Confident Women Shop at Deb

I was bored on a recent shopping trip to a mall complex that's built on top of a landfill. Funny to think that we're buying things from a landfill mall that will someday end up in another landfill.

Anyway, as I said, I was bored, as usual, on this shopping trip, so I decided to drive around and waste gas -- and destroy our planet -- and take some pictures.

(To see more pics from my boring shopping trip, click here.)

This store (pictured, above) caught my eye because I thought the name "Deb" was an interesting choice for a women's clothing store. What woman would want to buy clothes that are associated with someone named Deb? ... I guess it's better than a store named "Barb" or "Tina."

No offense to the Debs and Barbs and Tinas that read this blog. I just don't think your names make good clothing store names. That's all. But I'm sure you're all beautiful on the inside, and that's all that matters. Maybe that's what "Deb" clothing is all about -- wearing mom jeans and being proud of it!

Sixth Grade Journal: Sporting the Kmart Look

In this enlightening Sept. 13, 1985 entry from my Sixth Grade Journal, we ultimately learn that my knack for finding affordable, yet fashionable clothing started at a young age. While some kids spent all of their parents money or all of their allowance on designer wear, I took the more sensible approach, selecting outfits like the one pictured, left, from Kmart. (That picture is not me, but this kid pretty much captures my hip attitude.)


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I got up got dressed had some waffles for breakfast, then took off for school. In school we did some work then went outside and played football came back in and went outside for lunch and played football. When I got home I played some baseball, then went inside and played my electronic football game. When my mom got home and we went to Kmarts and bought some clothes when I got home I did my homework and went to bed.