Do you remember Eric The Banana Man? Bettlejuice? Adam Ant? Can you see the connection I am making? It's the 80's! The decade of bright colours, leg warmers and shoulder pads. And a man dressed as a banana. Or as I have often said, the decade that fashion forgot.
I literally cringe when I think of the fashion disasters I used to wear in the 1980's. Clashing psychedelic colours, blue mascara and a perm which looked as if I had placed my finger in a light socket. How could I have left the house looking like that? How could I have let myself be seen in public wearing red suede pixie boots, pink lacy tights, a blue knitted skirt, and a green silk blouse? All in one day?! Did I not possess a mirror? Had the chemicals in the perm played tricks with the logical part of my brain? The logical part which should have screamed, "No! Don't do it! Go back to your wardrobe and change immediately. Otherwise you will regret this in the future!"
Maybe that's why I stuck to a simple black dress on Friday night. Then again, it was a last minute invitation so I didn't have long to think about my outfit.
My friend's friend held an 80's house party, and I was impressed with the effort everyone made, apart from my friend and I. Our forfeit for not dressing up was to start the karaoke. We didn't really mind after a glass of wine, yelling the lyrics to wake me up before you go-go. Well, did you expect me to sing anything other than Wham!?
We were surrounded by Jessica Rabbit, Madonna, and Eric The Banana Man, to name just a few of the guests. A sliver glittery ball dominated the dance floor and 80's music blasted out of the speakers. Duran Duran, Spandau Ballet, Modern Romance and Wham! I didn't think much of the 80's fashion but it was responsible for some good, happy tunes.
"I love this one!" followed by, "I remember this one!" could be heard above the racket and in between party goers waving their yellow bangles and fingerless gloves. Next to the karaoke machine the table was smothered with flying saucers, cheese and pineapple, sweets long forgotten, and a chocolate fountain. Yum, yum!
It was the ideal place to loose myself in tasteless clothes, cheesy music and unhealthy food.
Just what a girl needs to forget all her troubles! Hmmm. Maybe the 80's weren't so bad after all.