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Just say NO to the Eighties!

Looking around at the current trends, I have to say it…I’m disapointed!  I love that we can experiment with all different kinds of looks and still be en vogue, I really do…but must we take it so far?  If you don’t know what I’m talking about, do me a favour: get in your car and go to the nearest shopping center, or take a walk if you live in the city.  Out there are thousands of young women and men dressing like it’s the eighties.  The eighties!!!  Now, ecclectic is good…expression is good…skinny jeans, not so good!  85% of the population, myself very much included, looks like an ice cream cone in these pants.  They shouldn’t even be made above a size 4!

And tights, are we serious?  We want to bring back tights?  If I wanted to look like my 2 year old niece, I could just spill spaghettios on my shirt!  The problem I have with the eighties fashion we’re seeing a revival of is not just stylistic, no…it has to do with my love of the female form.  As we can tell from any Bangles or Bananarama album cover, the shapes that were popular in the eighties were not in any way complimentary to the natural female form.  Alright, for a punk esthetic or a rail thin woman, they can be passable.  The issue is that every single woman on the planet can look better if she doesn’t wear this stuff! 

I’m more partial to the shapes of the 50’s and 60’s myself…and whether or not you appreciate the styles and fabrics, you have to admit the silhouettes at least go with (at most grossly exagerate) the natural female form.  I recently came across this website looking into my vintage Dior wedding gown:…nope, I’m not getting married anytime soon.  But I am interested in the dresses!  I see these silhouettes and am brought back to a more romantic time…where all women didn’t aspire to look pregnant with stick legs.  Oh, a girl can dream…



I like shopping at stores with one of a kind items, so I spend a lot of time at Goodwill and Antique Malls. I love Ambrosia salad, and refuse to eat perogies. Aside from my husband, my Mom is my very best friend even though I hated her off and on when I was a teenager. I believe you should know the reasons you do the things you do, and am constantly asking myself why I think, feel and behave the way I do in every situation. I'm probably a narcisist.

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