My husband was not very impressed.
I came out of the bathroom in my get-up and he attempted not to choke.
Shame on me, I didn't even try to hide my glee.
I was born in the mid-eighties so most of the big hair, neon make-up and other iconic fashions of the era were long gone before I was remotely aware of such things.
A 'Formal Gone Wrong' party?
A required costume representing a garish dress custom of a time past?
Sounds like fun!
But for my poor husband... my 80's revival was a painful reminder of the worst (read: girl-ridden) bits of middle-school.
I barely got a kiss on the way out the door!
Ok, that probably had a lot more to do with the hot pink lipstick than any deep male emotional trauma... But then, there is something traumatic about hot pink lipstick, isn't there?
The party was a blast.
A blast from the past.
Thank you to all my Jr. Women's Club co-members for a fabulous (and frizzy-haired) evening!
The 80's Baby in NE