I was at a scrapbooking retreat over the weekend. Prior to the event, we were each asked to provide a picture of ourselves from the 1980s. While I remember the 80′s, with big earrings, bigger hair, and big geometric print blouses — and I can even remember all 3 on myself at once! — I have yet to find the photographic proof. And honestly, I didn’t dress the style very often. You can, however, contrast my photo from 1983 with this one from the spring of 1987:
My hair was not in a pony tail — it was actually cut and styled this way.
For those of you who have been waiting… I never did find a picture of me with those lavender-colored leg warmers from the early part of the decade. I promise that if it shows up, I will share it with you!
I was so thrilled to get outside and walk last Friday morning! It was the first time since my foot surgery that I could travel farther than 2 blocks without pain. It was a long, slow walk, although I didn’t go very far. I stopped often to take photos, so I’ve got plenty of them to share with you.
I think those shots were worth the swollen, stiff toe I had by the end of the evening.
This weekend I will be on a scrapbooking retreat away from home, so I will have to provide my own toe massages. The combination of my sub-par massaging abilities and the “dry” facility may be grounds for some failures in pain management, although of course I will be bringing along the 800mg pills of ibuprofen. (At this point in my life, that is probably my blood type.) I’ll try to figure out a way to elevate my foot as much as possible while still being productive.
This is what greeted us yesterday morning.
My cardinal on the Welcome sign looks rather unhappy.
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Today there is a wintry mix falling from the sky here at my house, but the mountain has 3 inches of fresh snow and SuperDad is off enjoying his retirement with Nordic skiing.
What’s it like at your house today?
One of the reasons for not cropping a photograph is the treasure trove of stories in the background. Here we have gold draperies and a Volkswagen “microbus” parked on the street.
One of the hairstyles that is classic to the 1980’s is bangs (also known to some as “fringes”).
I have, as the girl says in the Peanuts cartoons, naturally curly hair. Don’t be too envious; naturally curly hair does what it wants, when it wants. You get what you get. I was just lucky that this happened to be one of my “good hair days” — when my bangs were actually behaving themselves.
I’m happy to say that by my senior year of high school, I was finally having a little more say in my clothing choices. I actually liked this blouse quite a bit! It was a little more teal colored than it looks in my photo-of-a-photo. Yes, those are tuxedo pleats, a faux bow-tie, and puffy shoulders. Yes, those puffy lips and smile are brought to you by the wearing of braces. And yes, I was still receiving stuffed animals for Christmas!
This picture is a flashback to 1994, with a young SuperDad and even younger MusicMan (he was 3 years old) both wearing their university clothing. Of course, MM didn’t know he would someday be attending Dad’s alma mater but he loved the sweatsuit and his daddy — and I loved the picture of the two of them.
Obviously, I still do. ♥