Please Don’t Come Back – Part Two
Last Spring I had the honor and infamy to be Freshly Pressed when I posted a picture of myself from 1977. (Please Don’t Come Back)
I had an unshakable sense of style, but unfortunately, 1977 styles were quite shaky.
I didn’t think I was overly brave publishing that horrible picture. If a hundred or so people saw me in my regrettable fashion choices – how bad could that be? Then WordPress played a practical joke, and decided to award me the coveted publicity of Freshly Pressed. And 100 people became 11,000.
Well, so you’ve all seen me at my worst.
Or so I thought.
This week I found a photo from about eight years later.
Oh my God, it got worse.
Do you remember the mid-80’s?
Oh what an interesting fashion era.
Women could be super tough – with huge shoulder pads and huger hair – and at the same time could be super girly – with as many lacy scarves and bracelets as you could pile on.
And I adopted it all – apparently.
I don’t remember myself as over-the-top.
I just remember being fabulously stylish. And racing home from Happy Hour on Friday night to watch “Miami Vice.”
Why can’t I be young now? I love today’s style –
whether it’s skinny leather jeans with ankle boots-
Or a great crazy combination of casual tee and sparkly skirt – with purple high heels thrown in for good measure:
I would love to be at my style peak today.
I was born too soon.
Or maybe too late.
I would look great in a full skirt, gloves, and kitten heels – a la Audrey Hepburn in the fifties:
Or I could go back even further – with Gibson Girl hair and high collars – that’s my Grandpa and Grandma on the left:
I had to peak in 1985: