Fact: the 80s are back.
Some of us love it. Some of us hate it. Most of us don't quite understand it, but it's true. Coral, brass, wallpaper, lace, big hair, mint green, skinny jeans, 3D glasses. It's all here.
(deep breath)
I've been telling myself that every decade comes back, but with a new, modern twist. Which makes it ok... right? Even still, I've been hesitant to let the 80s back into my life, which has turned out to be harder than I thought it would be mostly because my daughter, who has obviously never lived through the 80s, thinks its all totally awesome.
All in all, I felt like we were doing a good job with ourselves and mostly with Jane, walking that line between being trendy and being stylish.
And then it happened.
Leslie found her old crimping iron.
Leslie found her old crimping iron and brought it to our house.
Leslie found her old crimping iron and brought it to our house and Jane immediately fell in love with it.
Leslie found her old crimping iron and brought it to our house and Jane immediately fell in love with it and demanded that I crimp her hair today and then got herself dressed and went to school looking like this:
And as I watched my little munchkin trot off to catch her ride, I realized that the battle was over. I've lost. I'm fairly certain that I had that exact same outfit when I was in first grade, only I think that my jeans had alternating blue and purple threads to give'm that extra somethin' somethin'.
It's ok. I can do this. After all, I was born in 1980 and I didn't really hit my heyday until they were over and I was in high school. That's right, I technically lived through the 80s, but I'm a child of the 90s... and that's what scares me. Because as soon as we're all done with the 80s, we'll move on to the next decade and I know full well what's ahead.
It's called grunge.
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And I DID live through that.
And I wore those jeans, only bigger. And I held them up with a rope tied around my waist.
And I'm nervous.
