tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post4472739413329010143..comments2023-10-11T03:49:53.934-04:00Comments on The Gold Puppy: StylinReya Mellickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-48832402170581281692012-08-03T11:49:49.467-04:002012-08-03T11:49:49.467-04:00I might as well enjoy it. Bring it on!I might as well enjoy it. Bring it on!Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-15817303390158220332012-08-03T10:15:08.459-04:002012-08-03T10:15:08.459-04:00It sounds like you're going to have fun!It sounds like you're going to have fun!Rebecca Claytonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06494730619850791609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-41663182709327120212012-08-03T02:33:20.329-04:002012-08-03T02:33:20.329-04:00Actually, I like that white lipstick look from the...Actually, I like that white lipstick look from the '60s!<br /><br />We all have our fashion epochs -- our pleistocenes and mesocenes of bad clothing. You're right about the '80s. They were especially bad.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-55786846348223488452012-08-02T15:34:35.049-04:002012-08-02T15:34:35.049-04:00Yes. It was a really difficult decade.Yes. It was a really difficult decade.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-43295143104168016732012-08-02T14:15:35.808-04:002012-08-02T14:15:35.808-04:00I'm always mystified by those who have a fondn...I'm always mystified by those who have a fondness for the 1980s which I consider one of the worst decades I lived through. Most of them were preteens or early teens then, which probably puts it in a different perspective. It was the worst decade for my life and fashion.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-65102914072686382662012-08-02T12:22:13.321-04:002012-08-02T12:22:13.321-04:00When I see pictures of myself, I meantWhen I see pictures of myself, I meantReya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-70189404199231579192012-08-02T12:22:01.268-04:002012-08-02T12:22:01.268-04:00I cringe too, when I see myself during that time. ...I cringe too, when I see myself during that time. My hair was usually either eggplant purple or maroon. Of course I henna-ed my hair! It was cut long but in layers, assuring the maximum amount of frizz. <br /><br />I dressed like a clown. But at least I had style!Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-13056497721275855942012-08-02T09:40:34.048-04:002012-08-02T09:40:34.048-04:00A lot of energy coming from that last photo Reya -...A lot of energy coming from that last photo Reya - and no doubt a lot of energy will come with wearing the new clothes too! The early eighties were a shocking time for fashion and hair. Big earrings, big shoulders, big hair. I cringe when I look back on family photos of that time.Other eras just make me laugh, or remember good times.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com