I was a #SeniorHottie: Then and Now

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.

I was a #SeniorHottie!

Official graduation photo proudly mailed to hundreds of friends and relatives.

The top ten reasons you are insanely jealous of the 1989 Amy:

1. You never owned a sweater with functional shutters. 
2. You were not able to find and/or accomodate the x-large clip-onto-your-bra shoulder pads, thus ensuring your stylish and broad shouldered appearance in each and every outfit. 
3. You did not have the modeling experience required to pull off the "talk on the phone" pose with such style and finesse. 
4. You never used the small pink sponge rollers to ensure maximum curl retention {hot rollers were for rookies}. 
5. Your bangs would not do the Texas two step -- half curled under and half standing on end. 
6. No one has ever pulled out a white folding chair for you and asked you to strike a pose. 
7. Your bangs did not extend more than four inches about your forehead.
8. You did not just realize that your "natural" hair color is not near as blonde as you remember it. 
9. You were never bold enough to be photographed wearing a sweater displaying a pig. With a three dimensional ear.
10. And clearly, because I was a SENIOR HOTTIE!

Amy and her parents, graduation day 1989
{note the graduation picture above is proudly displayed on the very 1980s mantel.} 

Join the #SeniorHottie link-up by visiting Liz at a Belle, a Bean & a Chicago Dog 

and linking to your best #SeniorHottie photo!