Two more 80s Goodies – Goody Hair Combs and Round Barrettes
Ladies, think back to your hair in the 80s before it was gigantic and shellacked with Aqua Net and Stiff Stuff. Let’s go back to the early 1980s, when you were crafting and wearing your ribbon barrettes, perhaps a tortoise shell plastic headband, or maybe even clipping a roach clip into your hair with some feathers and beads? (Did anyone else wear a roach clip in their hair? No? Anyone?) Think back to when you pulled back the sides of...
Halloween Costume – Pee Wee Herman
In a decade of (delightfully) strange characters, one guy took that to the next level. When you see a person in a gray suit with a red tie. When you see an oversized, gigantic pair of shoes. When you hear the song Tequilla. When the words, “I know you are but what am I” come out of your mouth. When these things happen, you think of this guy: Pee Wee Herman. He was an icon of the 1980s, with his fantastic Saturday morning television...
The Mask Makes It — Halloween Costumes of the 1980s
There was so much to love about Halloween in the 80s. The horror movies, the free range trick-or-treating, the candy (I’m looking at you, Mr. Bones), mild fears about razor blades in apples (never happened), and the costumes. The costumes were the best of all. When I think back to one of my favorite Halloween costumes of my childhood it wasn’t the homemade costumes that my grandmother spent hours painstakingly putting together for me....
It Happened – I Went to the Madonna Concert
Last Saturday night something happened that had been in the works since the eighth grade for me – I finally saw Madonna in concert. Many of you may think . . . big deal, but for me it truly was a big deal. As far as 80s artists go, there’s no denying that she is one of the best, love her or hate her (I love her, if you couldn’t tell already.) Think about it; who else from our generation truly has that superstar staying power as she...
Clairol Illuminated Make Up Mirror
When I was a pre-teen/teenager in the 80s, the little white desk in my bedroom was a sacred space. Not because this was a place where I wrote in my diary, did my homework or where I penned letters to all my pen-pals (remember those?!). No, this area was sacred because it was the space where I put on my make-up every day. Fresh from the shower, I’d sit at my desk with my hair wrapped up in a towel, feeling like I was backstage on...
