Or is it Forward to the Past? This week is Homecoming Week in our fair city. This is the epitome of high school, the absolute loudest time of year, barring graduation, in which teenagers cut loose with school spirit (translation – acting like chimpanzees and calling it “sportsmanlike conduct”)
And, of course, every year during Homecoming Week, you have all the city’s schools, from elementary on up, jumping on ye’ olde bandwagon, playing along with getting everyone fired up (or is that “fed up”?) by inflicting involving all the kids in doing funky things for the whole week.
Today’s theme? THE 80’s. Now, I’m debating on whether to be humiliated, pissed, or amused by this, as I was a teenager of the 80’s, and loved it. I’m not ashamed to say I tried for the big hair (failed miserably, but I tried), I wore the chunky jewelry and the oversized shirts. I pinned, folded and rolled my jeans. (And for those of you that don’t know what that is – here!)
You can even learn how to do this HERE!
Helping YoungerDaughter prepare her outfit (read: costume) last night, I was struck by how many of the trends that we had/started in the 80’s have come back to haunt our children.
My daughter already owned all the jelly bracelets she needed for this look.
She had the flourescent flat shoes. In yellow.
She has scrunchies. Although, to be honest, I don’t think those have actually come back so much as they’re buried at the bottom of her hair accessory box, because the child never throws anything out. She even has a white lace scrunchy, ala Madonna, so I told her to use that one.
She put in a side ponytail. No, thank whatever higher power rules this (I think it’s Eddie Izzard, personally), the side pony is NOT coming back.
I pulled a pair of chandelearrings from my jewelry box – because I’m the one that trained her to not ever throw anything out, of course. They have enough dangling at the bottom to brush her shoulders, which is going to drive this child crazy all day long.
She’s wearing my class ring – it says Class of ’88 on it. She was just excited that it fits her ring finger. I’m depressed because it fits her ring finger.
She has a miniature Care Bear dangling from her backpack. No, I can’t remember which one, it’s baby blue, that’s all I know.
And, the piece de resistance? My old maroon, satin, baseball-style jacket. Yes, I still have the stupid thing. It’s nostalgic! No, I don’t wear it anymore, I gave it to YoungerDaughter a couple of years ago, for another Homecoming Week 80’s day, I think. Kind of ironic that we live in a town thats school colors are maroon and gold, my high school’s colors were maroon and gold (different town), and the jacket is maroon with gold on the collar. It’s school spirit and 80’s all in one. Bonus. YoungerDaughter has had this relic family heirloom in her closet as a testament to her love for me. Or maybe because she never throws anything out. Your choice.
Oh, I forgot: did that.