The other day I was talking to a friend of mine (another fashion victim of the 80s) about the gigantic novelty earrings that were all the rage when we were teenagers. As it turns out, we both had lightning bolt and telephone receiver earrings.
That's right, they actually sold more than one pair of each. Incredible.
Anyway, the trip down accessory memory lane got me wondering about what I actually did save in the way of jewelry from the days of yore.
And so I went digging.
What I found was a plethora of truly horrible and incredibly large earrings circa 1984-1989. Most of them plastic.
I'd forgotten just how frightening earrings can be. In fact, my ears and psyche have been so completely scarred that I rarely wear them at all now. I'm pretty sure I've adorned my years but twice in the last four years - for a friend's wedding in June 2004 and before that, for my own.
Earrings scare me. And I'm about to show you why.
This, my friends, is the contents of my 1980s jewelry box earring drawer. I've included a penny in the shot to show you the scale (apparently my motto was "nothing smaller than a penny" back then):
I threw in a few huge plastic brooches for good comedic measure.
Maybe tomorrow I'll dig out my two foot strands of white plastic pearls...