We've been doing some cleaning out, and rearranging, at home lately.
Yesterday, I found a huge box of old photo albums Briefcase had recently moved into our garage. Our garage gets really hot during the summer. I didn't want all our old photos ruined from the heat. I opened the box and began moving them inside.
Of course, I got sidetracked and started looking through old albums.
And, of course, my arm started flipping out (!!) on me for having moved the heavy box. (I only moved it a total of six inches, but!)
I decided moving all the heavy albums, without help, wasn't a smart thing to do. So I stopped moving them, left them strewn all over the floor for Briefcase to swear at find pick up later, and sat down perusing the albums I had so far rescued.
And then …
I began to giggle.
Well, because …..
In 1984 I was very skinny, and now I'm fat. I also had big poofy hair, because it was the eighties and there was some kind of rule about having Farrah hair right about then.
It seems hairstyles changed frequently, because by 1985 my hair went perm-curly-crazy.
Napa – summer of 1985 (Photo taken by Briefcase. He was new to my life. At the time, I never in a million years would have believed I'd end up eventually marrying him. He, clearly, was not my type.)
Please notice the horrible Dolphin shorts in the above photo. Yesterday, one of my readers asked me what Dolphin shorts were on Twitter. She's, obviously, a young-un. I explained to her Dolphin shorts were all the rage in the 1980's for some un-Godly reason. Dolphin shorts made the thinnest of thighs look fat and were not complimentary on anyone. And … they were very, very, SHORT shorts.
You probably also noticed, even in 1985, I had a camera around my neck. Photography and I go waaaaaaaaaay back.
Well, 1985 rolled on and by the end of the year Briefcase and I were serious enough to take a vacation together. We took off for a week at Club Med in Cancun, Mexico.
Oh yes, we did!
How eighties is that?
One day, on our Cancun Club Med vacation, as I was pulling back my wild-permed hair to head out to the beach, Briefcase was being annoying and snapped this photo of me as I said, "Don't take my photo!"
I was unintentionally sexy in a very 80's way.
I wish my body still looked like that.
Do you know, at the time, I thought I was fat.
Seriously, I did.
I'm 5'5" tall and I weighed 115 pounds.
I guess, like many women, I've always felt insecure about my body – even when I was thin.
I had never touched the color of my hair. That horrible, brassy, look in the above photo? It's, no doubt, from too much sun combined with the 1985 perm.
(Now, of course, I've tried all sorts of different things with my hair … pink, purple, highlights, low-lights – you name it!)
Okay, I suppose I've given you enough laughs for one day.
Did you hear me?
I said you can stop laughing (at me) now ….
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