(my Kelly LeBroc phase of teased hair and tight clothes)
(me at a kegger party)
(me ready to go to work at the mall)
(me in the kitchen)
(after work at the mall, rush to see the sunset)
(I was wild about all things Victorian)
I’m going off the usual topic of ghosts/weird stuff to talk about the ghosts of our own past/our own weird stuff…the 1980s. I think it's a real mind fuck, so this is totally appropriate.
I have a new most favorite blog and it just jolted me into such a great place! It's a mix of the culture and music of the 80s, but then also there this poster art that is a total mind fuck. I went there and thought "the 80s were a mind fuck and so is this blog!" Dude I got Your 80s is a place made for me and my weird sense of the macabre, my love of goofiness and my memories of the 80s. Just look at this poster art and tell me it isn't wicked awesome? or to-tally gnarly?
How did you use your 1980s? (probably the most singularly both embarrassing and fun-tastic decade)
I’m putting it out there. I modeled and did beauty pageants in the 80s, finished high school and college, moved to Redondo Beach, California, moved back to Arizona, had a child, found a new career in medical transcription.
My idol in the 80s:
Kelly LeBrock
My favorite “look”:
Teased hair, lacy anklets with antique stiletto boots, antique jewelry, pastel colors, fingerless gloves, Cindy Lauper crooked with the shoulder straps falling off looks, and loads of shoulder pads and accessories—it was all about hair and accessories in the 80s.
My favorite music:
Huey Lewis and The News. Since I was a kid, it was Beach Boys because I dreamed of going to California. Now, I was there, it was the peak of ugly decadence and yuppie-dom and Huey Lewis and the News were my poster boys. God, I loved the music of the 80s, miss it horribly. We spat out so many stars and so much “synthetic” music, but it made me want to move and dancing is my favorite thing in the world! I still can’t hold still when I heard 80s music, even the big-haired rock bands with the sexy bad boys and their beautiful hair and the androgynous bands with their moody elusiveness. Jeez, the whole decade was wickedly awesome! (quote from that time period of Valley Girls).
My talents:
Dancing, imitating Valley Girl speak, raiding the malls for the best clothes, wearing outrageous combinations of clothing to shock and wow customers at the clothing store, doing front windows for the shop that drew people in with their craziness like mixing hot pink and bright orange together, knowing the lyrics to every song, a nasty volleyball spike on Manhattan Beach, kegger parties.
I didn’t squander the 80s. I admit I’m a child of the 70s, tree-hugging eco-weenie type liberal Pagan, but the 80s were something different and they came in a time in my life (pre-kid) when I could be decadent and acquire things and just enjoy myself without the big picture and my part in the cycle of life being a concern yet.
GIVEAWAY:
I'm so hyped up, I want to do a giveaway. Here's the rules and the prize:
1. Become a follower of Dude I Got Your 80s
2. Be a follower before Sunday night at 11 pm EST.
3. I will pull a name from the followers to this new blog and show the winner on Monday the 11th.
PRIZE: Brat Pack Collection on DVD (includes Breakfast Club, Weird Science, Sixteen Candles)