Today, as I was struggling to complete some college applications, I looked up at my mom's wedding picture to see alternating bright pink and greenish-blue bridesmaids in white stockings and, yes, the shoes matched the dresses perfectly. The puffy sleeves completely tied the picture together. I am in no way saying that my mom had bad taste, in fact she looked beautiful. She was twenty-four years old and it was the dawning of the 90s. She didn't know any better. Then I began thinking how quickly styles change. As a toddler, my mother had bleach blonde hair and floral dresses, often times with a mammoth bow in the back. I had the no-heeled leggings with identical leotards pulled over them, my favorite was the turquoise. By the first grade, I was sporting striped dresses, with big red bows at the top of my head. Each year, I thought I had finally had my style down. I went through the jeans and a t-shirt stage, the preppy stage, and finally....I think I have given up.