Last summer I participated in #SeniorHottie link-up.
I think it was my first time.
To participate in a blog linky, that is.
And while it was a tad humiliating, it was also quite amusing and, strangely, one of my most visited posts of the year. Seriously, people, this is what you want from me -- hideous 80s pictures?!
The tribe has spoken.
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There is a lot to be said about 80s hair. Truly, between hair and techno dance music, there is little else to say about the 80s. But my senior year was 1988-1989. It was the end of the era. And my hair and clothing were beginning the transition from 80s to 90s right before my unsuspecting eyes.
Witness: Straight hair and no shoulder pads. Leading edge at the time. Sadly though, I'm certain that is my {college} boyfriend's shirt I'm wearing.
Oh, my poor, poor father.
Clearly, I was progressing away from the crazy 80s hair. My bangs in the picture above are not even noteworthy. Tame, even. But ladies and gents, that was just my day look. I pulled out all the stops {and pink foam rollers} for my evening look.
Classy. I'm pretty certain I'm implementing a banana clip in this evening photo. Classic 80s hair move to increase maximum volume.
And yes, we are in a limo. It's the 80s. In Texas. It was nothing if not a time for excess. Besides, if we are willing to spend $100+ on a homecoming mum we are certainly not going to pinch pennies when it comes to transportation to the dance.
As I said: oh, my poor, poor father.
Contrast those 80s gems with my current day looks.
Cashmere and fur: just another day in the vineyards.
I may have thrown out the pink foam rollers in favor of a softer look, but truly, getting dressed up and driving around in a limo is something that should not be wasted on our youth.
Oh, my poor, poor husband.
