This morning, I got some terrible news.
Delia’s is going out of business.
My teenage self was absolutely crushed.
Even though I never was able to order anything from that catalog, I was always super stoked when one would come in the mail.
I remember folding down the corners of the things I would order if I had the money (or the teeny, tiny body shape to fit into it, because, let’s face it, those models weren’t real and neither were the sizing charts).
I loved all the dresses, Mary Janes, and peasant tops. I had to have the peace sign mood ring set for me and my besties and there’s no way I could get through junior high without a pair of wide leg jeans and a clear choker.
Plus, if I would’ve shopped through Delias, I could’ve looked like Bianca in 10 Things I Hate About You.
But, alas, I never got the chance to order those “righteous duds” and now I never will. Le sigh.