Bill Blass, what are you doing?

I'm thinking that one of two things has happened:
1) Someone has found all the dresses that my mom made for me when I was eight, or
2) Someone has found all those plaid shirts that I stole out of my dad's closet when I went through my requisite "grunge" phase in the early nineties.

Either way, there's a reason these things all went to the thrift store where somebody could purchase them for 98 cents apiece.