Oh my word. This is my decade. I left school in 85 (shut up saying “how old?”), I went to college, I got my first job as a nanny, and had a career change to secretary. I fell in love. I fell out of love.
I remember Live Aid. I taped the whole thing on TDK tapes. I went to my first live concerts. Music became a big part of my life and one of my favourite radio stations is Absolute 80s.
You name a fashion during this decade and I probably wore it. Jumpers tucked in jeans / shirts out of jeans a belt around it / Frankie says / collar turned up and a jumper tied in a knot thrown over shoulders / huge felt bows above a pony tail / hair cuts that were almost like geometric patters / a wrist full of bangles that slowly turned my wrist green / brogues and socks with cropped trousers / dungarees …..
I could go on.
So wear to start with sharing a photo of the eighties for this week’s theme. Well I am going to treat you to three:
Me helping to steer a boat, in Greece in (I think) 1984. I loved that t shirt.
Oh where to start with this one. I thought I looked so fabulous, matching my socks with my jumper. My double denim…. my perm and my highlights. ….. my dad with a ‘tache.
I am not sure where mum and I are in this one but I do remember vividly that yellow shirt, shorter at the front than the back, standard huge belt over the top, ankle boots. Hair that is shorter on one side than the other, very Phil Oakley.
God I loved the eighties.