Phone Home
When I see pre-teen/teenage girls walking around today with their phones glued to their heads or see them texting in restaurants, movie theatres, concerts, busses, malls, grocery stores, wedding ceremonies, etc. I think to myself, wow, that is super annoying. I also think to myself that would have toootally been me, and thank God cell phones did not exist during my teenage years. I would have gotten in SO MUCH TROUBLE back in the day...
Essential Summer Brands of the 80s
When I moved to Tampa, Florida in the mid-eighties my eyes were opened to a world of new things and new experiences like . . . beaches (yay!) the invasion of boys who came to visit for spring break (double YAY!) and Cuban Sandwiches (TRIPLE YAY!!!) My wardrobe was also introduced to less clothing and new brands. Brands that weren’t dark, designer jeans or Members Only jackets – these were tropical, bright, beachy fun wardrobe...
Top of My Chart – A Tribute to Casey Kasem
As a child of the 80’s I was more than addicted to my fair share of television shows – Dance Party USA, The Greatest American Hero and the ultimate double feature Saturday night which included both The Love Boat/Fantasy Island. They all rocked my big-haired brain. I was very busy losing my mind over music of the decade as well, everything from new wave to rap, pop to buttrock – only one man had a radio show that I was as devoted to as...
The Battle of the Boys (in Pretty in Pink)
John Hughes – how do I love thee? Let me count the ways . . . The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off – each amazing and so much a part of my 80s teen-hood. But there’s one John Hughes movie that was a standout for me. One that influenced my fashion choices. One that I memorized. One that I went to a theme-party for. One that I saw in the theatre four times. One whose cassette tape soundtrack I still own/play...
Feathered Bangs
By Lori Ferraro Before the gigantic hair movement of the late ‘80s all us girls back in junior high were vying for one look and one look only. Feathered hair with feathered bangs. In New York we called feathered hair “wings” – like you would go in for a haircut and request wings and know you weren’t in for something spicy with a side of ranch. At thirteen my family moved from New York to Florida (perfect age for a big move) where they...
