I know some of you aren't even old enough to remember the greatness that was a Delia's catalog, then I feel sorry for you. Because nothing that has happened since or currently even comes close to a Delia's catalog.
I kept these catalogs for years. Long after the clothes and accessories weren't available, even for a year after they went bankrupt and closed. I refused to give up. I mean, all of the models were like personal friends of mine.
This model? I got my hair cut OFF to look like her. I wanted to be that skater girl, that could pull off a cardigan and long skit, and have that "I care about nothing" hair.
I distinctly remember going through this catalog for hours. Over and over again. I used to beg my mom to buy me ANYTHING out of it. Sadly, she always said no and said it was all too expensive. One year, there was a pair of lime green pants I wanted so badly.
I wanted these. I wanted them more than I wanted shoes. My mom said absolutely not, these were hideous. This is coming from the mom who tried to get me to wear saddle shoes for years. YEARS, people. I refused to wear them because they are ugly and I will wear anything else aside from those shoes. I never did get those pants and I'll be honest, if they were available, out of spite I'd buy them. All of these years later and I still love those pants, surely that means it's fashionably OK, right?
My 15 year old self also believed I needed a cocktail dress. Specifically the blue cocktail dress. It felt very Dawson's Creek and I imagined that I was really meant to be Joey from Dawson's Creek and that was something she would begrudgingly wear but secretly totally love it. Again, my mom told me I was 15, without a driver's license (or a job) and there was no reason I would need a cocktail dress.
The closest thing I got to anything from Delia's was the blue shirt I wore for my 10th grade pictures. It was silky and patterned and it was easily my favorite shirt ever.
But the main thing here is that we all need to get excited because Delia's is BACK, baby. If that isn't the best news to start your weekend, I feel sorry for the crappy childhood you obviously had. I want Olivia to grow so I can mold her into my mini me. Who cares what she wants, right? Because this world needs a newer me. She is going to need the Delia's accessories and attractive bags to match every outfit. She's also going to need a sandal for every occasion. Especially if she's short, she'll have to have the platform ones.
Don't even get me started on the greatness that was inflatable furniture and glitter eye makeup that was so cold when you put it on and felt like weird putty but you endured because you wanted your eyes to sparkle so that cute guy you nicknamed Ernie, because your friend insisted we have code names for our crushes, would notice you in science class. Surely the light reflecting off the glitter slathered on my eyes would beam at him and it would be magical.
It never worked but I'm convinced I just wasn't using enough. I'll never make that rookie mistake again.