The '80's Are Back

I don't know how they did it, but the '80's came back.  These pictures don't do Ari's ensemble justice, but she looked like a young, untroubled, Mormon Cyndi Lauper when she left for school this morning.  She just needs a few more piercings and some bangs.  Maybe a pair of jelly shoes and a couple of fluorescent accessories.  Darn, I wish I had kept my hot pink Guess? sweatshirt.  It was about all I had to mark me as an '80's girl.  I have always been far too lazy to subscribe fully to the fashion du jour.  I pretty much look the same as I always did, minus the "Tender Teal" blue eye shadow that I thought I couldn't leave the house without as a youth.  I "Guess?" I was more eighties than I thought with my make-up choices.  Hey, I was a material girl, and girls just wanna have fun.

I hope Ari has fun today.  She and her friends made a pact to dress up fancy and play-act being popular girls.  (OK, that's how you know your daughter isn't popular.  Just sayin'.)  She was so excited about dressing up, she "couldn't concentrate on practicing" this morning.  Fingers crossed that pretending to be popular was a popular concept among Ari's friends and not just a rogue Ari idea.  There's nothing worse than going to school dressed like Madonna and having it backfire on you.  I know;  I went to school in 1985 in a pair of 501's that I had Rit dyed bright yellow.  Midway through the day, all the bleach and dye started taking its toll and my pants literally disintegrated off my body.  I had to hide the giant holes in the rear by wearing a sweater tied around my waist.  That worked until the pants just started peeling off in shreds.

Rit dye is powerful stuff.  So is peer pressure.  The 501 disaster might have been the last time I tried to be cool.  For Ari, it's her first time trying to be cool.  Here's to no disintegration!