Are you on Facebook? I am…and recently some old pals of mine from junior high/high school have been posting old pictures. Embarrassing pictures. We’re talking big hair, pegged jeans, K Swiss without the laces. And it has been a blast!
So I thought I would share some doosies that I came across in our basement.
My friends and I were OBSESSED with the Beastie Boys. We even went so far as to ride our bikes 4 miles to the nearest White Castle b/c that’s what they rapped about. This was the night of the RUN DMC/Beastie Boys concert that we went to. We thought we were so cool – coorindinating outfits. And we were SO in the know – no one else had figured it out – that the letters on the back of the airplane read EAT ME backwards. He he he. Silly 8th grade girls.
Here is a couple of us – after band practice. Not band as in clarinets & flutes – we are talking AIR band. Seriously, if they would have had Guitar Hero in 1987, we would have kicked everyone’s ass. And that’s Duran Duran on the TV. They were #1. I was going to a marry Nick Rhodes or Simon LeBon. Pipe dreams…
Senior Prom. Yeah – that’s hot pink and taffeta. My mom made the dress. Check out the dyed-to-match shoes. But wait….it’ll get better further down the post.
My coveted Chuck’s. I begged and pleaded. Finally, my dad gave in. I spent hours coloring on them. And notice the orange hair – this was in September – my 15th birthday. I spent the summer with a bottle of peroxide. It took forever to wear off. (You probably thought it was b/c the photo was so old. I wish.)
9th grade farewell. Good thing I said farewell to the bubble dress and white plastic earrings.
Homecoming – 11th grade. Did I mention that my mom made this one too? Peach? YUCK. I do still have the pearls though. They were my grandmas.
Now, this beauty of a dress (again, made by mom) made 2 appearances. The first was my junior year and I went to prom at another school. That’s my friend, Jeanne, next to me. And this is her hair – all of it. She claims it’s a shadow, but it’s not.
Then, it made it’s second final appearance at homecoming the following October. I ditched the shawl for a “new look”. I wish I would have lost the lace gloves. Who the hell did I think Iwas? Madonna. This was the 90’s – and the Madonna gloves were SO 80’s. Duh.
So there is some embarrassment for you all. I hope you laughed as much as I did when I found these beauties. There are plenty more, but I will spare myself you.
ETA: I severely lacked the boobs in High School to hold up a strapless dress which only added to the freakish embarrassment of these dresses. Maybe now I could hold one up, but certainly not 20 years ago.