Oh the rain.
It's not raining men, or in my heart.
It probably will rain until September.
Why does it always rain on me?
Yes, here we are in July, and I'm wearing my winter boots. Bloody hell.
I like this In-wear frock, which I charity shopped ages ago. I don't wear it so much now as my mostly-black years are behind me. I suppose it's from the 1990s, but the slouchy bat-wingy style reminds me of the 80s.
I'm kind of loving a bit of 1980s style these days, after all those years of mockery.
So because I couldn't take any outfit pics today (torrential rain meant outside photos were impossible, and it's been so dark and dreary that the indoor photos were disastrous), I thought I would entertain you with excerpts from my 1980s-early 1990s curly years.
I'm kind of loving a bit of 1980s style these days, after all those years of mockery.
So because I couldn't take any outfit pics today (torrential rain meant outside photos were impossible, and it's been so dark and dreary that the indoor photos were disastrous), I thought I would entertain you with excerpts from my 1980s-early 1990s curly years.
I longed for Pre-Raphaelite hair, and paid handsomely to try and achieve it.
Permed, dyed, backcombed, with a ton of hairspray -
my 1980s hair was chemical-heavy and frankly crackled to the touch. I may
have put my own personal hole in the ozone layer. I do apologise.
I wanted to look like...
Sarah Jane Morris...
The Witches of Eastwick...
Rosie Vela...
or Madonna in Dick Tracy.
But I fear I was rather more like...
Deidre Barlow. Oh dear.
The person I was most often likened to was...
Carol Decker. Hmmm....
These days, I don't push too hard against nature.
The hair is straight.
(Still dye it though!)
Have a good weekend!
xxx
