Formal Gone Wrong {Themed Holiday Parties}

Dear Friends,

My husband was not very impressed.

I came out of the bathroom in my get-up and he attempted not to choke.


Shame on me, I didn't even try to hide my glee.


I was born in the mid-eighties so most of the big hair, neon make-up and other iconic fashions of the era were long gone before I was remotely aware of such things.




A 'Formal Gone Wrong' party?

A required costume representing a garish dress custom of a time past?


Sounds like fun!


But for my poor husband... my 80's revival was a painful reminder of the worst (read: girl-ridden) bits of middle-school.


I barely got a kiss on the way out the door!

Ok, that probably had a lot more to do with the hot pink lipstick than any deep male emotional trauma... But then, there is something highly traumatic about hot pink lipstick, isn't there?



The party was a blast.

A blast from the past.


Thank you to all my Jr. Women's Club co-members for a fabulous (and frizzy-haired) evening!



The 80's Baby in NE



-- Raimie Harrison

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