Now settle down and don't go rolling on the floor laughing anything off. I was a serious fashionista! I wore stylish clothes and I loved, LOVED Italian shoes. I owned more shoes than I now own horses, seriously. I had a bedroom in my house converted into a closet. I still own most of those shoes even though they would never fit my fat feet now and they are ancient, but I like them and I keep them. These are one of my favorite and they still have the original tag, which I have blurred because I don't want to display my extravagance.
This, on the other hand, is what I shove my feet into these days. Lovely, aren't they! How the mighty have fallen.
This is a little trip down my memory lane. This was 1983 and the darling dog is my Bulldog Tilly. She was so sweet. That was a favorite suit. I used to have a standing appointment every three weeks to have my hair cut. I obviously was a Vidal Sassoon fan.
Valentine's Day 1985 at First Atlanta Bank. My husband had made me mad one too many times, so I packed up and moved to Atlanta. Eventually I went home. I look like I've had one too many, but I was at work so I don't have that excuse.
Back home in 1988 on my father's birthday. My mother is toasting something. Honestly, give that woman a glass of wine or whatever it is and she becomes a regular party animal.
Alas, me last year, 2007, at a horse show. If anyone can tell me how this happened, let me know, because I'm confused. At least Solo and Jaime look good. Jaime better not look at this, she may get worried.
I guess I traded one thing for another. I never have been a person of moderation.
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I like the dressed down version! :)
It's much easier to maintain, let me tell ya!
Thanks for posting these photos! How fun. We get to see some of the threads that make up the tapestry of your former life!
I may do more of this, going back a few years more. It's a strange trip down the memories when you look through old photo albums. This was my shallow, over-indulged period!
It was so fun to see you old photos. For some reason ALL photos of everyone from the 80's are hilarious to me. I had big poofed up high maintenance bangs and I am a shoe person too. Now I am down to some river sandals, some tennis shoes, and pair of black sandals that are about three years old: ) *Sigh* I guess kids and horses can break your vanity as quick as anything else : )
Bye for now
I am glad to be back and catching up on things in your part of the world : )
Hey Ashley, great to have you back from your amazing vacation. She went deep sea diving!
It is a brave moment to show your young self along side your old self, but it happens to us all if we get through this life. And, to show an eighties self is almost as brave as showing my sixties/seventies self. Disco Sandra, OMG, can we all say 'shudder'!
I thankfully have a hair type that kept me in the Vidal Sassoon school of looks as opposed to the '80's big hair look, as well as I was in my thirties at this time and not so prone to some of the common '80's maladies. For example, not only did I never have big hair, I never owned a set of leg warmers, but I think that was because I was too old!
I now weigh almost seventy pounds more than the young woman in 1983. I never would have thought that possible then, as I didn't need to try to be slight, I just was. When it started to change in the later '80's I didn't know what to do about it, I could always eat whatever I wanted to eat. I STILL don't know what to do about it, so I ignore it. As my husband told me when I was forty-ish and Shaka broke my nose and left me with a rather large bump, " Oh well, your beauty queen days are over anyway." I couldn't be mad at him, because he was right. What a relief. One of the benefits of age is showing old photos of yourself along current and not having a wits care about it, or the large bump on my nose put there by Shaka!
How our lives have changed. Enjoy the memories!
I enjoyed seeing the pictures; hardly recognized you at first.
The shoe/boot picture is certainly a metaphor for us.
I think that photo says a lot! Mark asked me if I recognized myself and I don't. I know it's me, but I can't see me there anymore.
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