In the ’80s, everything was big

My mum recently visited her sister in England and came back with a photo taken of my whanau in 1987.

I was looking at it trying to pick out who was who when I saw this woman wearing some hideous ’80s clothes. I chuckled to myself, but my chuckled soon turned to horror when I realised it was me. And I wasn’t a woman, I was a 12-year-old girl.

I don’t know what I was thinking, but I do know that I was so tall that I’d outgrown girls clothes by the time I was 10, so in the days before Glassons, I had to buy my clothes from trendy lady shops, but without the fashion sense of a trendy lady. Er… something like that.


This is the ’80s that is dragged out for “I love the ’80s!!!” kinds of ’80s nostalgia. It was part of the ’80s I thought I was too young to have been part of… until now.

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