Fashionista: Girdle and giggle and Boomer Sooner!
FASIONISTA:
Hello, my darlings, my lovelies of the Sooner Nation! It’s so good to be back at the Crimson and Cream Runway that is the Palace on the Prairie.
Since I last saw you I’ve been traipsing all over the globe, spreading fairy dust and fashion advice whenever there is a need.
And let me tell you, my Sweetie Pies, Honeybunches, is it ever needed. What has happened to the fashion world?! Nothing that hasn’t happened in the past, I assure you. All fashion faux pas that have disgraced the world before are destined to return!
To prove my point this week I am housing my beloved mother, the madre of all the mode that is me who has come to assist.
I decided that we would travel back into the past, to a place where our adored boys of the gridiron last battled and triumphed over the Georgia foes of the coming weekend. But, after doing some research, of this we shall say no more. After all, tomorrow is a new day.
So Mama-ista suggested we go back to the year she was joined in Stylish Matrimony to the Fashion Father who for some reason, only wanted to be called Father. There is no accounting for taste. Here, in these halcyon days of yore, we shall compare three fashions of then and now.
Tommy: Longing for the days of reliability
I recently passed the Catlett Music Center on the OU campus in Norman, and it stirred memories of a music appreciation class I took there nearly 50 years ago.
I wasn’t remembering the music. It was a classmate. Lyndle Byford.
We were both from small Oklahoma communities. We were the same age. Lyndle was a wide guy who played on the OU football team’s offensive line.
We sat close together in a cluster of desks assembled in a big room made for concerts or whatever. The building was way across campus for me. I often arrived late — or not at all.
But officially, I had nearly perfect attendance. The reason? Lyndle.