Ahh, those awkward teenage years of the 70s. My mom wouldn't let me buy jeans and the only thing I had to wear to a school dance were these awful rust and gold, vertical striped pants and this brownish sweater - ugh. I tried my best to blend into the walls, but that blasted outfit clashed in a loud, terrfying way. The only cool thing I had going were my red Connies. It was the last dance I ever went to.