Sweet Jesus. Yes, that is me circa 1987.
Fact: It took a lot of Aquanet to get my hair looking that RAD and thank goodness jumpsuits with shoulder pads never came back in style. Or did they? Maybe I missed it.
The Girl sent me a text last week informing me she wanted to get her hair cut super short. Like, pixie cut, Emma Watson a few years ago short. So I thought I’d try and find a picture of me with my hair short to show her WHAT AN AWESOME IDEA I think it would be.
The HH and I LOVE her long locks…. but it’s her hair. What can I do besides let her cut her hair off and let her decide for herself?
Of course you can’t sort through old photos hoping to stop when you find the one you’re looking for. They’re like potato chips. You have to finish the whole bag {or box in my case}.
I spy with my little eye…
- A sleepover birthday party with a best friend.
- A giant telephone to prank call boys {with a personal line because that was totally cool to have in the 80’s and call waiting hadn’t been invented yet}.
- A cassette player. It was white with pastel pink and blue buttons.
- A mauve {not to mistaken for pink} pillow with matching lampshade.
- Pastel block wallpaper. But only on one wall for a more dramatic affect.
- Matching Jessica McClintock tolo dresses. Do you remember her dresses? They were the BEST!!! I’m standing in the back row with my date Tony, who obviously didn’t get the memo he was suppose to rent a black tux.
Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, every summer of my childhood was naturally, spent on a boat. Have I ever told you this? It was torture. My dad worked really hard all year long so he could take his summers off and tool around the sea. Me, being the ungrateful child, loathed the idea of being stuck on a boat all summer eating seafood and scrubbing the boat down every time we pulled into port. I missed my friends immensely.
To this day I will not voluntarily go boating. I’ve had my fill. A lifetimes worth. Oddly enough though, I LOVE coastal towns. So there’s that.
Anywho, one summer my friend Cara got to come along for a few weeks. And we met boys. It was pretty awesome. I forget their names, but apparently we thought they were cool enough to risk sneaking out of the port hole in our cabin to meet them after my parents went to bed. {Sorry mom if you’re reading this!!}. 😉
Cute boys. Remember when we thought they were the coolest thing ever?
Mom, Dad and Me in front of a giant gingerbread house circa 1990.
Do people still wear black nylons?
“I gave up John Mellencamp for you.” That’s the text I sent the HH yesterday when I snapped a picture of my admissions deposit to Indiana State University and sent it to him. My decision to go there was solely based on the fact that John Mellencamp lived 60 miles away and it snowed there in the wintertime.
The summer before I was supposed to head to Indiana for college… I met the HH. 6 weeks later we loaded up our cars with everything we owned and took off on our own adventure.
It lead us to Wyoming and the world’s crappiest furnished apartment with shaggy orange carpet {that we never vacuumed once because we couldn’t afford a vacuum}.
I can’t fathom The Girl or Monkey Boy doing this today. My poor parents must have been freaking out BIG TIME. I mean because really, what good can come from your 19 year old daughter running off with a 24 year old guy {who worked at a pizza place}?
Fools in love.
Young, married fools with $3 to payday.
Life. It has a funny way of working itself out. Bad haircuts and all.
~Mavis
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