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Monday, November 13, 2006


"The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there." ~Lesley P. Hartley

A few of you* enjoy teasing me because of my age and because I missed all of the 80's. It's not that I wasn't alive, it's that I don't remember much of it, my earliest memory being the day before my first day of kindergarten in September of 1988. Let's just say that I did make the occasional fashion faux pas in the 80's, but at least I didn't have a choice in the matter. I was forced to dress that way. I didn't voluntarily sport Wranglers, or big hair, or puffy sleeves**. Someone, made me do this, and since Peg isn't one that you'd eagerly want to fuck with, it seemed to be in my best interest to just listen. Which is how one ends up looking like this:

Though I must say it's not that bad. As I just sat behind a little girl on the way back from Atlanta, with a shirt that said on the back "Daddy's little redneck" complete with a picture of a confederate cap with a confederate flag. Apparently it takes some people a little time to get over the loss of the Civil War.

It's so nice to be home.

*Don't make me name names.

**Seriously, don't make me do it, you know who you are.

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Blogger Dagny said...

I did not wear Wrangler's but I know I am guilty of the other two. Somewhere out there are pictures that prove it. And I was technically an adult at the time. *sigh*

8:59 PM  
Blogger Jezer said...

Dude...I graduated high school in 1989. I didn't wear the Wranglers, but by God, I had the biggest hair this side of the Mississippi. And the puffiest sleeves, too. And the shoulder pads and the tapered jeans, and the twister beads, and oh hell, I'll shut the Eff up now.

That photo is cute as a button.

10:49 PM  
Anonymous MappyB said...

OH man, that t-shirt. I can NOT stand ANYthing Confederate. I used to get in the worst verbal fights in college. I sometimes question why I am moving back down there...

But about the 80's. I was about 12/13 in 1989/1990. I clearly made my own choices, which were BAD. But thank Buddha our senior pictures weren't in feathered bangs, or the like.

Cute photo of you!

10:58 PM  
Anonymous alyndabear said...

Ohhh cuteness.

How is it that I know and love so much 80's music, when I was in the same grade as you back then? ;)

2:03 AM  
Blogger Liz said...


I aspired to have big hair, but alas, mine is fair and straight. I could only ever achieve a pitiful mini-wall of bangs.

9:43 AM  
Blogger Liz said...

Confession: while the hair never worked out for me, I did wear off-the-shoulder shirts and layered socks.

And pink high-tops.

9:45 AM  
Blogger Heather Anne said...

I want you to know:

a) You are super cute.

b) I live in Georgia.

c) If my father had ever put me in a little redneck shirt, I would have run away from home and never, ever looked back.

d) Sigh.

9:54 AM  
Anonymous Angela said...

The Civil War? I assume you're referring to The War of Northern Agression? (Imagine me saying that in my best Charleston southern accent)

The South is a crazy place to live--quite frankly I can't wait to live in a state that sees the rebel flag as an offensive symbol instead of flying it proudly from the front porch of the trailer.

Also, how cute are you!!

11:59 AM  
Anonymous bloggadocio said...

i love little kid photos.

12:21 PM  
Blogger Liz said...

an aside:
It's Sample Sale time!!

12:54 PM  
Blogger Heather B. said...

Dagny: maybe later I'll muster up enough courage to show off a picture after I began dressing myself. Vests, people. Vests. And Flannel.

Jeezer: I never understood the big hair. I don't get why one would want hair that rivals the Sears Tower in height. Wasn't this a concern when one went to the movies?

MappyB: That shirt killed me. I mean it was a little girl, maybe 7 or 8 wearing it. I can understand having that on a car bumper or something, but on your child??

Alyndabear: I'm a fan of old school Whitney and don't get me started on my Michael Jackson record player.

Liz: And let me guess, those high tops were pink reebox?
And yes, I've heard about the Sample Sale, I started to look and then remembered that I'm going to the outlest next weekend, so I'll save my pennies for that trip.Or maybe a trip to Coach. Decisions, decisions.

Heather Anne: A) Thank you.
B) WHAT?? I was just there (duh)
C) Smart girl
D) Yup.

Angela: Damn yankees! Why couldn't they just appreciate and embrace slavery?!

Bloggadocio: I do in general. Though that photo is particularly spectacular. Though I must say that I was a freaking adorable baby.

2:02 PM  
Blogger wunelle said...

Awwww. That's an adorable little photo! :-D

I was going to say something about Daddy's Little Redneck, but it quickly became inflammatory and inexcusably offensive. So I'll just say: Ummm, yeah, what you said.

2:29 PM  
Blogger Guinness_Girl said...

OMG, you were freakin' adorable!!

Daddy's Little Redneck, huh? Dear God.

Suddenly, I don't miss living in Atlanta anymore.

4:56 PM  
Blogger Bone said...

Aww, how cute, HB.

*raising hand* I wore Wranglers. But not in the 80's. It was the early 90's, during my Garth phase. And only for a couple of years.

Funny, I just got my sis a birthday card that says, "Remember all the goofy clothes Mom made us wear when we were young? You can stop now."

5:15 PM  
Blogger Heather B. said...

Wunelle: I wanted to say something offensive but I figured that my little 'anonymous' blog is quite public so I best not.

Guinness_Girl: I must say that I'm not quite sure whether or not these people were from Atlanta. But the little girl with the t-shirt on was names Savannah. So who knows.

Bone: You wore Wranglers?! I am shocked! And you listened to country music? I bet you like bluegrass as well.

8:55 PM  
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12:48 PM  
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9:37 PM  

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