Ok, so you all watched Flowers in the Attic, right? While the internet seems to universally agree that this interpretation of the novel you loved when you were 12 (and then scoffed at when you were in college but still occasionally read when you were pretending to read Whitman, etc) is better than the 1987 movie, we were especially taken with the 1950s fashunz.


Like her life, Cathy starts off all innocent, in youthful 1950s silhouettes. Spot-on appropriate for a 12 year old, right?



That’s it for smiles and pigtails. TIME FOR THE ATTIC!

Slouchy sweaters are great for chilly Virginia mornings, and the shorts are a smart choice for sweltering attics. Did Grandmother make the admonishment that only soft-soled shoes are to be worn upstairs? Because I distinctly remember that from the book, and it looks like Cathy took heed with her Chucks.


For Christmas, Cathy paired this plaid russet dress with a teal cardi and complimentary headband. It’s a nice play on the usual holiday red and green.


And look! The dress transitions for a rooftop sit-sit in the warmer months! So versatile.

This repeat aside, she packed exceptionally well for her trip to the attic, don’t you think? Either that, or the trunk of dress-up clothes contained plenty of preppy realness.

Inquiring minds also want to know: who laundered their clothing?


At any rate, by the end of the movie, Cathy is 16 and ain’t so innocent. She plays dressup with her mother’s negligee, jewelry, and…young lady, is that rouge on your cheeks?

Hussy. See, you dress like this, and your brother’s gonna tap that.


Right, Christopher’s also all grown up, and we here at YKYLF thank him for the gratuitous male shirtlessness.

(It’s ok to look, the actor’s 19. We IMDb’d that shizz.)


While her older siblings are off engaging in thievery and incest, little Carrie is still an adorable child in cozy knits, snuggling up to her sock monkey. Awww. C’mere honey. Let me feed you a non-arsenic doughnut.

SPOILER: Your brother’s dead.


But Corrine was the real style star, right? And just like her daughter/life, she too, is sunny and fresh at the top of the movie.

I mean, she even accessorized this Perfect Housewife ensemble with a store-bought pie. That’s committment.


We see glimpses of warm/casual Corrine in the early days of Foxworth Hall, like in this sailing-ready playsuit, accented with complimentary headscarf. I could never pull off the shorts, but the top and the scarf? Hell yes.


But that’s it for the Momma we used to know. The kids have lost her to the socialite lyfe, as seen here in her red Christmas number with rolled hair and eyeliner of perfection.

Heather Graham might be a wooden actress, but she does 1950s glam well. And I suppose Corrine was basically an unstable woman who never had to do anything but look pretty. Is any further nuance really necessary?


Although this form-fitting number (designed by Project Runway alumnus Jeffrey Sebelia) for the party is gorge, I TAKE ISSUE WITH THIS DRESS. It’s supposed to be GREEN, NOT CHAMPAGNE. This, along with the movie’s lame-ass interpretation of Corrine’s swan bed, were two major aesthetic letdowns. DETAILS, PEOPLE. DETAILS!

But anyway, enormous snaps to Ellen Burstyn for playing a multi-faceted Grandmother. And for her enviable finger-waves.


One more shoutout for Fancy Lady Corrine. She’s fresh from her European honeymoon in a stand-collar lilac suit and elegant updo. How’s the attic, kids? I brought you presents!

So what did you guys think? Was this movie everything your tween self wanted but didn’t get from the 1987 movie, or do the Dollangangers only reside in the attic of your mind? Are you excited for the sequel?