What Goes Around Comes Around... Really? Are Shoulder Pads for Women Now "The Thing"?

Seriously...have you seen them on the television lately? Shoulder Pads! Are you a fan, or not? I wore some during the first generation (or 3rd, 4th, or 20th). All clothes in the past were fitted with pads... You didn't really have a choice...

Got to say, it hasn't been that long when I got my scissors out to cut the pads from a blouse that my cousin had shared with me... You may recall that often, after washing, the pads would lay doubled up...so that you had to physically go inside your blouse or top and spread them across your shoulder...NOT kidding... I still have the blouse and you can see the cut marks...LOL

So I've never been a fashion follower. And sometimes they are not at all flattering... Just this week, I saw a woman on a talk show that had pads on her top. She was a slender woman... so the pads stuck out well beyond her slender arms...and, literally, just sat there, begging to be noticed. Personally, it detracted from what the woman was saying, just because her shoulder pads were making the statement for her!

Some are softly blended to round out the individual's shoulders...Those I don't mind and they help to create a more polished look to jackets...

But oversized?!!!

NOT a good look...

But that's Just My Personal Opinion!

What do you think???

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