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Was this International "Pay Homage to the Fashions of Aaron Spelling Shows" Week?

Or is this NOT something Sammy Jo or Amanda or the deadly Claudia Blaisdel and the Case of the Hideous Bangs has ever worn on Dynasty? It's hard to tell sometimes -- all the slacks and flowing fabrics start to run together into one giant billowing drape, the likes of which is just begging to get caught in somebody's flaming candles of hate.

Admittedly, this is not the weirdest Echoes of 1982 ensemble I've ever seen, but somehow I still can't get over the nagging feeling that I was supposed to be spending the week wearing a tributary cocktail of bejeweled culottes, a blouse with puffed sleeves, and a satin turban. And I would. For Aaron Spelling? Anything. Of course, these days, I'd probably have an easier time locating the sensible moccasins, khakis, and denim long-sleeved button-down shirts that the mom on 7th Heaven probably cherishes so. In fact, I might go pick some up now so I can enjoy the last day of this special week, just in case my instinct is right. Plus, that way I probably won't frighten the mailman. He's not spry enough to survive an abruptly deployed satin turban.