I do.* But if you’re younger than about 24 years old, I guess you wouldn’t, really.
I swiped this image off of the front page of Anthropologie:
It’s not that I don’t remember fondly my vintage wool jacket with the large red-and-gray plaid, or the one in shades of blue with the oversized buttons, or that I didn’t enjoy wearing the black-and-red-check flannel skirt I sewed. And it’s not that I don’t know and understand that everything comes back around, and everything old is new again. But I can’t help it; it’s still weird to me when young folks (you whippersnappers!) pay good money for a look that seems so, well, dated vintage to me.
*When I say I remember the 80s, I don’t mean I can actually identify any of its pop culture–I was just as big an ignoramus then of music, sports, and TV as I am now. (I thought I’d better add that caveat in case someone reads this and forces me to take one of those 80’s quizzes I routinely fail.)