Ah, the ’80s! The decade that fashion forgot. It was all hairspray, blue eye make-up, huge plastic earring, ra-ra skirts, leggings in a range of hideous colours, legwarmers…
Well, sorry to disappoint you. I don’t have photographic evidence of any of these crimes against fashion.
As 1980 dawned, I was 6 years old. As we said farewell to the 80s and slipped into the 90s, I was 16.
At the start of the decade I was, obviously, wearing clothes that my my mum bought me. From Marks & Spencers. Always Marks & Spencers. I was a tomboy and often wore the same clothes as my brother (are you impressed, feminist, anti-pink readers?!).
As the decade wore on, I found my own style niche. After a brief flirtation with typical 80s fashion around the age of 13 – the colour mustard was involved, along with wide belts, BIG shirts and leggings – I paved my own fashion way.
I was a bit indie, a bit alternative, a bit grunge. No doubt this had a bit more of an 80s influence than I would care to remember. There was a hat without a crown (is that the word for the top bit?!) which I thought was the dogs doo-dahs. I had my hair poking out the top and thought I looked brilliant. Kylie Minogue had a very similar one. She probably looked a bit better than me.
Here, thanks to my mum and dad who gave me my old photo albums out of the loft a few years back, and with apologies to anyone else who appears, is my fashion through the 80s.