by Phoebe Garfield "Graaandmaaa, buy me a pair of Jordache jeans," my voice would sing out in a whine as we stepped through the wide glass doors of the department store. My dad used to joke that I was the only person he knew who called her jeans by name: "my Guess jeans, my Jordache, my Calvin Kleins." I knew when Esprit was in and I wore Esprit matching outfits — starched cotton shirts with pleated shorts, joined at the center by the essential thin leather belt. It was, in fact, too time consuming to figure out what to wear each morning; thus, I would scour my closet the evening before, picking out just the perfect clothes for school the next day. Back then, every season demanded new clothes: back to school clothes, summer clothes, spring clothes, birthday clothes…