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The 1980s: Fashion Fierce or Fashion Fail?

With the recent passing of one of the greatest disco icons of my life…

Donna Summer,
I grew up with you and loved you.
Rest in peace.

… I began thinking about the countless fashions I’ve adored and endured in my life.

Since the 80’s were so fun and carefree, I decided to focus on that fabulous decade.  Fabulous for fashion?  Maybe not – but watch any raunchy 80’s movie and discover a whole world of fashion do’s and don’ts that I’d love to revisit.

My favorite 80’s trends:

  • BIG Hair!  I think we all know why I love the trend…  I still have big hair!  Stiff Stuff & Aquanet abounded.  Now I use Helmet Head.
  • Whorewear.  You could dress like a slut and no one thought that you were a stripper!
  • Parachute Pants.  I loved my red parachute pants!  I haven’t seen any since though.
  • My “O Ring” Bracelets.  Madonna rocked these and so did I!
  • Flash Dance Shirts.  I loved the whole off-the-shoulder sexiness.
  • Zipper Jeans.  Not jeans with zippers!  Jeans with ONE zipper that zipped around the crotch and allowed the pants to split in two.  We had no “stretch denim” back in the day.  Skin tight and dangerous!  AKA:  Easy access pants – LOL!
  • Chinese Shoes.  They only came in black.  It’s probably the last time I enjoyed wearing a flat shoe!
  • High Top Wrestling Shoes.  So comfortable!
  • Work Pants.  Bought at the Army/Navy Store in Bloomfield Center with pockets.  A day later the pockets were sewn shut so they didn’t make you look fat.  Loved them!

1980’s Trends I’m Torn About:

  • Jellies.  So cute but so brutal on the feet!  The blisters were BAD!
  • Neon.  Whether a shirt, pants or chunky 80’s jewelry – I’m split about this one.  Neon seems to be back at your local Joyce Leslie or Mandees.
  • Perms.  Everyone had them.  I have a love/hate relationship with them.  My dad has a picture of me in the living room with a perm.  I was never a fan – but I did re-try the perm in 2007.  Let’s just say I currently have no perm.
  • Leg Warmers or Socks and High Heels.  Let the picture speak for itself.
  • Head Bands.  Different than today’s head bands.

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  • Stretchy Pants.  Leggings to the modern generation.  I lived in these.
  • The Glove.  Whether you modeled Michael Jackson or Madonna, the glove was a huge trend.

Despised 80’s Fashion Trends:

  • The Nylon Purse.  Beige to boot.  I hate beige.  Check out Fast Times At Ridgemont High for a visual.  Yuk!
  • Crimped Hair.  Another way to fry your hair.  I still have a crimper – just in case!
  • High Rise Bathing Suits.  What was that all about?
  • White Keds.  Deemed “nurse shoes” by not-so-nice jerk offs from the 80’s.
  • Army Pants. Harem Pants. Pleated Pants.  So manly.  So MC Hammer and able to carry shoplifted items in your crotch.
  • Power Suits.  That whole Working Girl thing was overrated.  Wearing sneakers to work in the city SUCKED.
  • Shoulder Pads or anything worn on Dynasty.
  • Swatch Watches.  Not my style.

So…. these are a few of my 80’s fashion do’s and don’ts.

I lived it.  I loved it.  I wore it.  And sometimes I regretted it – but it was all good!

Fierce or Fail?  BOTH.  What do you think?

© 2012 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010.

You Know You’re A Shopaholic When… A Re-post

You know you’re a shopaholic when:

  1. You hide your purchases in the trunk of your car until it’s SAFE to take them inside.
  2. You throw out your bags and boxes in neighbors’ garbage cans.
  3. You actually shop in the 3 minutes you have in between classes.
  4. You are obsessed with QVC and HSN.
  5. You rationalize that you saved $700 instead of spending $200.
  6. You love to shop for clothes, shoes, purses, cooking stuff, household items, candles, soap, vases, makeup, cat paraphernalia, music, software, food, etc.  There are no limits.
  7. If caught with a new item, you say that it’s old and you brought it home from your parents’ house.
  8. You start buying meat on HSN.
  9. You have 10 tabs open… 1 Facebook and 9 online shopping sites.
  10. You buy things you don’t need with money you don’t have.  The obvious.
  11. You have moved into every closet in the house and taken over.
  12. You build a BIG shoe closet and can only fit 1 season at a time.
  13. Your jewelry armoire weighs 101 pounds empty.  God only knows when it’s full.
  14. You have to buy every new gadget and electronic available in due time.
  15. You have way too many things with tags still attached.
  16. You can dress for an entire year without wearing the same outfit more than once.
  17. You own an olive pitter, a butter curler, a crumb cleaner, an egg yolk piercer – among other things…
  18. You have over 10 different sets of dinnerware, over 16 types of vodka behind your bar, every piece of exercise equipment made and over 15 comforter sets stuffed in your attic.
  19. You possess over 300 pairs of shoes, about 150 handbags, over 100 dresses and gowns and list goes on.
  20. You always looking for a new venture to support your habit.

Pray for me please!

© 2010 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010.  Re-published 2011.

Shoe Shock Reaches 157

If any of you know me personally, you know that I have an obsession with shoes.  A sickness really.  I love them.

My addiction borders on fetish for anything high, sexy and hot.  I have about 400 pairs of shoes (so my husband keeps saying) which include everything from stilettos to platforms to sneakers.  Friends who embark upon my shoe closet are immediately taken back to their childhoods when they tried on mommy’s high heels.  My friends Christine said it was like shopping in the Macy’s shoe department.

I have shoes that I have never worn.  I have shoes that I’ve worn out.  I have weekend shoes and weekday shoes, though they often intersect.

So I have decided to create a shoe page in honor of my compulsion.  I will post a new pair of shoes when I can so that I might actually find out the TRUE NUMBER.  Any guesses?

153. Carlos
154. Carlos in Black
155.
156. Coach
157. G by Guess

Check out the full post at Shoe Shock.

© 2010 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010.  Updated 2011.

A Heap of Handbags, A Pool of Purses, A Potpourri of Pocketbooks

Those of you who know me or read my blog regularly, know that I love to shop.  I have shoe addiction – a clothing addiction and a purse problem.

I haven’t finished Shoe Shock quite yet and in true ADD fashion I’m moving on to my handbag habit.  I never realized how many bags I actually have.  It’s pretty sickening.  They reside all over the house including the attic – which I haven’t even attempted yet.

So here is the damage so far:

There are more but that’s all for today – I’m exhausted.

Oh – just a note…  I found so many things just thrown in my handbags:  Valium, jewelry, cash, nasal spray – you name it, it was in there.

I think I’m ready to start my own Bag, Borrow or Steal.  Anyone up for it?

© 2010 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010 – Re-published 2011.

Shopping For Pole: Re-blogged

Cross Knee Release on a portable strippers pole.

Image via Wikipedia

Whether it’s FEDEX, UPS, DHL or USPS, my delivery men know me well.  My UPS guy told me that he’s never seen someone get as many packages as I do.  I don’t know if I should take this as a compliment or a “damn, I’m glad you’re not my wife!”

I love buying makeup from Sephora, toiletries from Drugstore.com (until they started charging me tax), books and DVDs from Amazon and just about anything on easy pay from HSN or QVC.  I earn frequent flyer miles for Continental Airlines and get Membership Rewards from American Express.  I flew to France for free on those miles!

I buy everything from false eyelashes to furniture on-line.  Last year I bought a $400 Cricut machine that I have yet to use – but I’ll use it eventually.  I buy clothes, bras, toys, cat stuff, shoes, food, books, magazines, coats, wine, housewares, linens, video equipment, toilets, sinks, switch plate covers, molding, exercise paraphernalia, a 1976 Fiat Spider, computers, lighting and a ton of other stuff.  Can you tell I love to shop?

I am without a doubt an utter shopaholic.  I mean I wouldn’t go to the lengths to find an zero-balance credit card that Isla Fisher went to in Confessions of A Shopaholic – I keep the unused cards in a more accessible place – but I do have a true addiction.  I get a total high when I buy something new.  I can’t help myself.

One of my favorite purchases was a pair of mid thigh-high brown suede boots.  I think I wore them once but that’s not bad for someone who has 400 pairs of shoes.  In any case, my most unusual purchase was one that I made towards the end of 2009.  My husband was home when the package arrived and he had already open it before I got home from work.  It was laying on the living room floor and had a picture of Carmen Elektra hanging on it.

You can imagine his surprise when he discovered that I bought a stripper pole!  It is so cool.  I heard so many things about using it for exercise and I just had to try it out.  A couple of days later John put it up in our bedroom.  It is a portable pole which meant that I didn’t have to drill it into a beam and I could take it anywhere.  My own private pole.

After John assembled it with instructions in Dutch I started to play.  I watched an internet video to see how to use it and tried a few moves.  It is harder than it looks but I felt triumphant until the pole detached from the ceiling and we both (the pole and I) fell head first to the floor.  I saved my head but lost the pole – my husband would have to fasten it to the ceiling.  Dammit!

I have had a few other minor pole accidents.  I ended up with metal chards in my hand and I cut my leg on the adjustable bottom.  But  now the pole is securely fastened and I have mastered several moves; one being the “Back Hook Spin”.  Every time I work the pole it takes so much upper body strength that I get so sore and achy.  I can only hope that I somehow master that giant shaft gleaming from floor to ceiling in the corner of my bedroom, since I’ve already mastered the other one.  : )

© 2011 J. H-M. and CultureChoc2010.

Hiss, Meow, Hoot, Growl: Statement Jewelry That Speaks To You

Statement jewelry has abounded this season.  You can’t shop without finding a great, big piece of fabulous jewelry to add to your collection.

One of the trends that I’ve been fascinated with this year is animal jewelry.  From snakes, to cats, to zebras, the list goes on.

After digging through my jewelry armoire I also found some great vintage pieces that I inherited from my mom.

Here are some that I have in my collection:

5 at once

 

Betsey Johnson Tiger Ring

Noir Snake Ring

Beyond Rings Tiger

Beyond Rings Double Zebra

Baby Phat Cuff

Rhinestone Snake Cuff

 

Vintage Silver Starfish

Vintage Gold Snake

70's Butterfly Ring

Vintage Silver Owl Necklace

A Butterfly & A Dragonfly

What “statements” have you made this season?  Have you roared with your jewelry lately?

 

© 2011  J. H-M and CultureChoc2010

Shoe Shock Reaches 152!

SHOE SHOCK
140. BCBG
141. BCBG
142. 143
144. 145.
146. Dollhouse
147. 148.
149. Thigh Highs
150. Vintage Thigh Highs
151. Boutique 9 & 152.

 

© 2010 J. H-M and CultureChoc2010.

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You Know You’re A Shopaholic When…

You know you’re a shopaholic when:

  1. You hide your purchases in the trunk of your car until it’s SAFE to take them inside.
  2. You throw out your bags and boxes in neighbors’ garbage cans.
  3. You actually shop in the 3 minutes you have in between classes.
  4. You are obsessed with QVC and HSN.
  5. You rationalize that you saved $700 instead of spending $200.
  6. You love to shop for clothes, shoes, purses, cooking stuff, household items, candles, soap, vases, makeup, cat paraphernalia, music, software, food, etc.  There are no limits.
  7. If caught with a new item, you say that it’s old and you brought it home from your parents’ house.
  8. You start buying meat on HSN.
  9. You have 10 tabs open… 1 Facebook and 9 online shopping sites.
  10. You buy things you don’t need with money you don’t have.  The obvious.
  11. You have moved into every closet in the house and taken over.
  12. You build a BIG shoe closet and can only fit 1 season at a time.
  13. Your jewelry armoire weighs 101 pounds empty.  God only knows when it’s full.
  14. You have to buy every new gadget and electronic available in due time.
  15. You have way too many things with tags still attached.
  16. You can dress for an entire year without wearing the same outfit more than once.
  17. You own an olive pitter, a butter curler, a crumb cleaner, an egg yolk piercer – among other things…
  18. You have over 10 different sets of dinnerware, over 16 types of vodka behind your bar, every piece of exercise equipment made and over 15 comforter sets stuffed in your attic.
  19. You possess over 300 pairs of shoes, about 150 handbags, over 100 dresses and gowns and list goes on.
  20. You always looking for a new venture to support your habit.

Pray for me please!

Shoes. A Twelve Step Program.

I am an admitted shopaholic.  While I mean no disrespect to anyone fighting addiction, I am addicted to shopping.  It doesn’t matter what it is.  I love to shop for clothes, housewares, food, gifts, wine and books.  I do, however, have a special fetish.  A complete and utter addiction which I fight every single day.  I love SHOES!

Shoes are my nectar.  They are my drug.  When I slip on a pair of stilettos I feel like the sexy bitch that I know I can be.  When I slide on a pair of sky-high platforms I feel incredible confidence and power that allows me to tower over everybody even with my 5’2″ frame.

My body changes size often.  My ass gets bigger then smaller and the process repeats itself.  My shoe size never changes. Maybe that’s why I have 400 plus pairs of shoes.  It’s a sin, I know.  I can’t help myself.  I even had a shoe closet built a few years ago but sadly I can only fit in one season at a time.  There are about 13 shelves that fit about 12 pairs of shoes – that’s about 156 pairs.  Not to mention the countless pairs I have piled on top of each other (I know this defeats the purpose) – and I can still only fit in one season.

I have Rubbermaid tubs full of shoes tucked away in the attic just waiting to be taken out for the Spring.  I have shoe compartments hanging from the beams and shoe boxes strewn under two beds.  I have black, blue, tan, brown, gold, silver, purple, green, red, clear, orange, gray, yellow, pink, turquoise, burgundy, mauve, white, multi, leopard, animal print shoes.  They are leather, suede, plastic, metal, wood, cork, cloth, faille, pony, canvas, rhinestone, sequins, fur, rubber.  Platforms, stilettos, thigh high boots, whore boots, short boots, go-go boots, platform boots, sneakers, wedges, peep toes, pumps, flip-flops, sandals, flats (not many – if any), slippers, clogs, slip-ons, sling-backs.  Did I forget any?

I have a problem and have decided to relate my addiction to a 12 step program.

  1. I admit I am powerless over shoe shopping—my credit cards and storage space has become unmanageable.
  2. I believe that a Power greater than I can restore me to sanity.
  3. I have made a decision to turn my will and my life over to the care of an accountant.
  4. I have made a searching and fearless inventory of my shoes.
  5. I have admitted to my husband, to myself, and to other human beings the exact nature of my wrongs.
  6. I am entirely ready to have a shoemaker repair all the defects in my shoes.
  7. I have humbly asked him to have them ready within a week.
  8. I have made a list of charge cards I have harmed, and am willing to make payments to them all.
  9. I have made direct amends to such banks wherever possible.
  10. I have continued to take a shoe inventory and when I slip up and buy another pair, I will admit it to my husband and not sneak them in the house when he is not home.
  11. I have sought through avoiding stores and online shopping to improve my conscious contact with SHOES, praying only for strength not to buy and the power to carry that out.
  12. Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, I am trying to carry this message to other shopaholics, and to practice these principles in all my affairs.

I’m not sure if I can stop but I can try.  These Victoria’s Secret Shoe Catalogs are tempting me.  Zappos and Heels.com are calling me.  MJM & DSW are enticing me through their doors and I am helpless.

My name is Jackie and I am a shoe-a-holic.

Shopping For Pole

Whether it’s FEDEX, UPS, DHL or USPS, my delivery men know me well.  My UPS guy told me that he’s never seen someone get as many packages as I do.  I don’t know if I should take this as a compliment or a “damn, I’m glad you’re not my wife!”

I love buying makeup from Sephora, toiletries from Drugstore.com (until they started charging me tax), books and DVDs from Amazon and just about anything on easy pay from HSN or QVC.  I earn frequent flyer miles for Continental Airlines and get Membership Rewards from American Express.  I flew to France for free on those miles!

I buy everything from false eyelashes to furniture on-line.  Last year I bought a $400 Cricut machine that I have yet to use – but I’ll use it eventually.  I buy clothes, bras, toys, cat stuff, shoes, food, books, magazines, coats, wine, housewares, linens, video equipment, toilets, sinks, switch plate covers, molding, exercise paraphernalia, a 1976 Fiat Spider, computers, lighting and a ton of other stuff.  Can you tell I love to shop?

I am without a doubt an utter shopaholic.  I mean I wouldn’t go to the lengths to find an zero-balance credit card that Isla Fisher went to in Confessions of A Shopaholic – I keep the unused cards in a more accessible place – but I do have a true addiction.  I get a total high when I buy something new.  I can’t help myself.

One of my favorite purchases was a pair of mid thigh-high brown suede boots.  I think I wore them once but that’s not bad for someone who has 400 pairs of shoes.  In any case, my most unusual purchase was one that I made towards the end of 2009.  My husband was home when the package arrived and he had already open it before I got home from work.  It was laying on the living room floor and had a picture of Carmen Elektra hanging on it.

You can imagine his surprise when he discovered that I bought a stripper pole!  It is so cool.  I heard so many things about using it for exercise and I just had to try it out.  A couple of days later John put it up in our bedroom.  It is a portable pole which meant that I didn’t have to drill it into a beam and I could take it anywhere.  My own private pole.

After John assembled it with instructions in Dutch I started to play.  I watched an internet video to see how to use it and tried a few moves.  It is harder than it looks but I felt triumphant until the pole detached from the ceiling and we both (the pole and I) fell head first to the floor.  I saved my head but lost the pole – my husband would have to fasten it to the ceiling.  Dammit!

I have had a few other minor pole accidents.  I ended up with metal chards in my hand and I cut my leg on the adjustable bottom.  But  now the pole is securely fastened and I have mastered several moves; one being the “Back Hook Spin”.  Every time I work the pole it takes so much upper body strength that I get so sore and achy.  I can only hope that I somehow master that giant shaft gleaming from floor to ceiling in the corner of my bedroom, since I’ve already mastered the other one.  : )