'Cause it's Thursday, and you know--not Friday...Let's shake things up a bit and start a conversation about our Glory Days. You already must know I graduated from high school in the 80's...if you can do the math in your head (which I cannot), deducing that since I just turned 40, I've been out of high school...well...a long time!
Here--I have (embarrassing) photo evidence that I was in high school in the Glorious 1980s:
Nothing says the 1980s like a bold, bright print, some shoulder pads (remember the removable velcro kind?) and Liz Claiborne--my 80's signature style. I do believe this entire outfit AND classic "plastic" purse (embossed all over with the tiny triangles--the famous logo) are PURE Liz Claiborne. Oh, how I loved shopping MM Cohn's back in the day, and finding a new line of Liz had just arrived! Too bad my shoes don't show in this picture...I am quite sure they were Nina leather flats. I had them in every color.
And that pink Swatch? Let's have a moment of silence for the Swatch.
It is a crying shame that my hair does not show up in this picture. I bet we could all get out our rulers and measure the dizzying height of my bangs. The 1980s were gracious years for a girl with a widow's peak. I barely needed the green-top aerosol White Rain to get any height. I just sprayed it to oblivion to hold every hair in place in case there was any wind. And, as I'm sure you remember, if there was wind, whole sections of hair would bob up and down in the current.
Here is a delightful pic to show some hair height. It also illustrates how I have always been a dork. My dorkness goes back a long way...
Right in the front I bet I had a good 3 inches, don't you think? It's difficult for me to talk ugly about my bangs here, because I feel like this was a really good hair day. Even 30 years later, I am really appreciating how beautifully those bangs are feathering back. Nice.
So, the Kotex...It's a little funny that I posed so elegantly with a package of maxi pads. It's REALLY funny that I actually convinced someone to TAKE the picture! However, in that poor person's defense, when I think something is going to be funny, it is really hardimpossible to convince me otherwise.
Okay, enough embarrassing pictures. Let me show you my sweet ride--my first car:
Ah, yes. The Ford Bronco II. In red, of course. I especially like how skinny this picture makes me look. Which, of course I was. Why do all girls in high school think they are too big, when 30 years later they would give ANYTHING to look like that again?
Goodness gravy--enough about ME. Tell me about YOUR Glory Days! I would love to start a conversation! Here are some words to get you started:
In your Glory Days, what were some of the Sounds?
Smells? (Noxema, anyone?)
Favorite Sights? (Jelly bracelets? Tight wad jeans? Lesley Lucks dresses?)
Tastes? (Sonic mini burgers after school? On the cool side, of course!)
Feel? (Banana clip holding your hair? Folding a note to pass after class...)
And as I sang along loudly, back in the day...Hasta la vista, baby.
