The story · 1985
The story of Doorframe Shoulders
Every mom owned at least one, and every daughter borrowed it for the school dance. The foam pads snapped in and out, so they migrated from blouse to sweater to winter coat. Some pads went missing for months and turned up in the couch cushions, the dog bed, or once, a lasagna pan.
Stack two sets of pads and you could balance a full lunch tray on each shoulder.





